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Why do we love those who break our hearts more than once Why do we listen to those who don't listen to us Why do we help those who don't help us Why do we care for those who hate (before meeting) us Why do we cry for those who don't cry for us Why do we share with those who don't share with us Why do we confide to those who don't confide to us Why don't we judge those who judge us Why don't we complain about those who complain about us Why don't we be selfish like those who are selfish to us Why don't we take from those who take from us Why don't we ever try to hurt those who always, always hurt us? Because we are good And someti

I am Lorde Ya Ya Ya Feeling good on a Wednesday. The image of me that you see is distorted, twisted, broken, fractured, isolated - miles out to sea. I don't want a separate place. I need to feel safe, not thrown away, away, away, away. And I will push, push, to tear down the walls. (Push Push) Of this box you put me in. (Push Push) Because you don't understand. (Push, ow, hot, push, ow ow, hot) You push, to find a label that fits me. I'm feeling good on a Wednesday, with the sparkling thoughts. Help me unload the car, yayaya. And so I push, to close the door. Of the stall you've made for me, to keep me away. And now we push, pu

I am so far behind on illustrations ...>.<