Don't dream, when you can't make it real. They're only fictions anyway - Moddi, A Sense of Grey

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance, in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you're perfectly free - Rumi

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Nov 20, 2011

Blue Skies From Pain

If someone were to ask me 
what I missed the most about my old self, 
I'd say it was the sound of my laughter. 

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