We are paint streaked runners,deafened by the cries of all the sad people. It's a powerful sound that practically yanks the tears right out of you. Sometimes, you just can't help but feel like a very smallclam ina verybig ocean.
Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
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