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Be gentle with the way
          you hold your own heart.

Intrusive thoughts, they paralyse.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?.

Man vergisst nicht, wenn man vergessen will.

a heart's a heavy burden.

She dances to the songs in her head.
          Speakes with the rhythm of her heart.
          And loves from the depths oh her soul.

"I belong to you, in the city, in the train, on the highway, with strange grandparents, in the woods, on hillsides, wherever I walk or sit."
          -Letters, 1913, Franz Kafka.

I wanna be adored.

ethereal, almost ghostly.

she looked like an ethereal angel with that divine smile on her archangelic face.