There’s a switch somewhere inside me. And every so often there are sparks that go off. No one can see it. I can’t even see it. Though maybe blood cells and nerve fibers see it all. It’s magical, really. Do you know how magical feels like? Or am I alone again?
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if i am lost for a day, try to find me / but if i don't come back then i won't look behind me
"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours." — Ayn Rand
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