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I hate that there’s a train that could bring me right to you.


If I left right now I could be with you in about an hour.


Isn’t that the craziest thing?


We live worlds apart but when I break it down


You’re really just a train ride away


 


If I wanted to I could just board that train and go see you.


I could knock on your door and you would open it


And the moment we’d lay eyes on each other


There it would be:


 


That magic thing.


 


And you would forget


And I would forgive


And we both would be happy


At least for a little while


Just as long as our eyes were open


Just as long as they never opened again


 


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I wish I could have met you


Because with your words


You say so much of what


Is going on inside of me


 


You dare to speak the things


Going through my head


And put in words the feelings


Of my heart - the ones


I can't explain myself


 


And I can't help but wish


We could have met


So that I could have known you


But it feels like you


At least knew me


 

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Well, what can I say, I've been in a reading mood :)

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Today I realized I got something important back that I lost a few years ago when I got *****.


And there's so much that I lost that day and so little of that can I put into words but today I realized that a few weeks ago someone gave me back something precious, something important, something of me, something that I thought I had lost forever.


And this is such a weird and unexpected sensation, especially because I can't really describe what it is exactly, I only know it feels essential, like a missing puzzle piece that has finally been placed back where it's supposed to be and that that piece was something I desperately needed to move on, to truly start moving past that experience.


And I know there's still a lot I have to work through and I know that in a way I will forever be damaged but someone gave me a gift, gave me something back and I am so overwhelmed and thankful for that that all I can do is cry, cry, cry.


Because someone gave me something back and for the first time in a long time I feel hopeful.

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There once was a girl without a heart. She wasn’t born without it as you might think but came into this world just like you and I. Ten fingers, ten toes, two arms, two legs, one head with a pair of eyes and a pair of ears, one nose, one mouth, one brain, one heart. But as it happened (as life happened) her heart got hurt so deeply that she decided it would be better to go on living without it. So she got herself a long, sharp knife, cut the remains of her broken heart out of her chest and buried it deep down in the earth so that no one would ever be able to find it and hurt it again.


Years went by and she began to forget about her heart and where she had buried it so long ago. Only now and then did she have a feeling that she might miss out on something important and as the years passed by this feeling grew stronger and stronger but she just couldn’t figure out what it was.


Then one day, she met a boy. There was nothing particularly special about the boy. (Nothing you would notice on first sight, anyway.) He was just like any other person – good parts, bad parts, ten fingers, ten toes, two arms, two legs, one head with a pair of eyes and a pair of ears, one nose, one mouth, one brain… and one heart. And since she didn’t have a heart of her own his heart became the most interesting thing about the boy. She was filled with an insatiable curiosity to find out how his heart seemed to work. So she got to know him, watched and observed his every behaviour but when she still wasn’t satisfied and nowhere nearer to understand him, she decided she needed to study this heart further. So one night she crept up on him, got out a long, sharp knife and cut out his heart.


And oh my, was his heart a lovely thing. She was puzzled and amazed and got the feeling like it was beating only for her… and it had…


That was until she cut it out, of course.


 


(And they lived unhappily ever after.)


 


[Oh my, this was totally not where it was supposed to be going...]


 


 

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I don't know if this is what you had in mind and if it is of any use but yeah this is me rambling on about life...


I find it a bit embarrassing so I prefer to upload it as a zip file :)

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Halfway through this I kind of thought that there's a lot of awesome footage for topics like freedom of speech, the role of media, police brutality and so on... but I decided to stick with my first thought - to make this a positive little summary of this movement.


Hope you enjoy.


 

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