Tears are forthcoming. Salty tears, like seawater. It occured to me that perhaps the oceans are filled with tears.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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look on the bright side, mr brightside...
Or perhaps we are full of the sea. Discuss.
we eat too much french fries :P
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