so you try and you try and you try. and it's as though you're playing tug-a-war. you've got it in your grasp, and you're yanking and yanking. and although your two inches away from winning, you don't enough strength to pull all the way. everybody needs to cry or needs to spit. every sweet tooth needs just a little hit. every beauty needs to go out with an idiot. how can you stand next to the truth and not see it? oh, a change of heart comes slow."
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