I Hate That I Relate

3634   8.2   8.5 

Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.

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925   6.9   7.1 

You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.

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3836   8   8.4 

Somebody like you can really make things all right for me.

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5433   8   8.4 

By morning, you'll be gone.

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241   6.9   7 

When there's plenty for the few, and nothing for the plenty. Is that the American Dream?

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738   6.8   6.7 

An elegant suicide is the ultimate work of art.

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690   7.3   7.2 

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart... I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart.

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764   7.5   7.2 

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.

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992   7.3   7.4 

Tell me how I should be. Just tell me. I'll do it.

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3190   7.7   8 

Which would be worse - to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?

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67   6.5   6.2 

"I fucked up..."
"It's okay that it hurts. You are not the only one who fucked up."

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