I miss things. I retain a childish wish that everything would just work itself out—despite what y'all may think, nothing, as of yet, is set in stone.
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"Don't say I'm out of touch with this rampant chaos—your reality. I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge—the nightmare. I built my own world to escape."
—Evanescence, "Imaginary"
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