Within these walls we have the opportunity to slip between the cracks of belief and disbelief, to pry ourselves from our reality for this short time before All-Knowingness returns with its constant companions.
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After a while, you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning, And company doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts And presents aren't promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open, With the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.
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