Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
Never look back.
If you have hope. You have everything.
Maybe one day we'll find the place where our dreams and reality collide.
A loving heart is the truest windom.
Music is my escape.
I hate you all. Seriously. All of you.
And the sun on your face.
Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
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