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But not everyone has dreams. Some people just are, the way that trees and rocks and rivers are just there without a reason, the rest of the world moving around them.
When you’re drowning and someone grabs your hand, you don’t ask them where they’re taking you.
It’s strange how hate and love can so quietly exist at the same time. They are moon phases, one silently growing until one day all that’s left is darkness.
Of course nothing adds up, your mind is a labyrinth and you are lost inside.
Just like it doesn’t matter how we feel about the sun setting. It happens anyway.”
the way her presence was sometimes a whisper and sometimes a tsunami.
Do not let your empathy stop at the borders of your own community.
