October 2011
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MELT MY HEART TO STONE
Right under my feet there’s air made of bricks Pulls me down turns me weak for you I find myself repeating like a broken tune And I’m forever excusing your intentions And I give in to my pretendings Which forgive you each time Without me knowing They melt my heart to stone And I hear your words that I made up You say my name like there could be an us I best tidy up my head...
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Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did...
– Steve Jobs
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