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"things to avoid:
mirrors, clocks"

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There is a castle on a cloudI like to go there in my sleep.

There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep.

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B+ student of life. no, scrap thatperhaps just a b:( tired of being defined by the standards in society (sg); of losing the joy from knowledge because they do not adequately translate over to your grades (the only! thing! that! matters!)- but how can you ever gain transcendence over said social structures when they are the only yardsticks for success in society that are recognized?“How can one, however, dream of power in any other terms than in the symbols of power?” -james baldwinI lost my soul a long time ago in this place. 

B+ student of life. no, scrap that
perhaps just a b:( tired of being defined by the standards in society (sg); of losing the joy from knowledge because they do not adequately translate over to your grades (the only! thing! that! matters!)- but how can you ever gain transcendence over said social structures when they are the only yardsticks for success in society that are recognized?
“How can one, however, dream of power in any other terms than in the symbols of power?” -james baldwin

I lost my soul a long time ago in this place. 

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aseaofquotes:

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

aseaofquotes:

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

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"But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness."

2 Corinthians 12:9

I dreamed a dream in time gone bywhen hope was high and life worth living I dreamed that love would never dieI dreamed that God would be forgivingThen I was young and unafraid,And dreams were made and used and wasted.There was no ransom to be paidNo song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night, With their voices soft as thunder.As they tear your hope apart,And they turn your dream to shame.And still I dream he’ll come to me,That we will live the years together.But there are dreams that cannot be,And there are storms we cannot weather.I had a dream my life would beSo different from this hell I’m livingSo different now from what it seemedNow, life has killed the dream I dreamed. 

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
when hope was high and life worth living 
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder.
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.

And still I dream he’ll come to me,
That we will live the years together.
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather.

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now, life has killed the dream I dreamed. 

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