Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

Marilyn Monroe and Arthur Miller in New York, also by Sam Shaw
You ripped my heart out of my chest but the sad thing is I picked it up and handed it right back to you.
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