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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Monday, July 07, 2008
 
It's all really so simple and so true.

'Then she cries and I love her even more.
I love her so much I think my heart will break.'
- Somewhere Between The Sky And The Sea


And my poor heart falls into a thousand slivers.

It is the hope that kills me. The existence of this hope extinguishes my determination to forge on as a stronghold independent of anything.

 

 
   
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