we are the reckless

But to believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less then perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.

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He looked like heaven / And it hurt like hell

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what if websites had closing hours


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