Sometimes you can't run fast enough.
Sometimes you can't sink deep enough.
Sometimes the sky falls.
My heart pounds and my head swims. It feels like falling. Like losing all control.
I found my home in a rosebush, and got pricked by the thorns.
The worsts ones always smell the sweetest.
Melodrama makes good company for the disenchanted.
I'm sorry, you had hoped for something more?
My sky is falling.
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