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The cold breeze blew through you like happiness, and sadness, for that matter, once did. I want you to remember how fulfilled you felt,...

Sometimes you dig yourself into a hole, six feet under, And you love laying in it, In the dirt of it, Covered in the mud of it. Sometimes...

I want you to remember the bad days Not out of fear, But out of pride. Do you remember the time you crawled under your bed and cried for...