This is where we live - somewhere between the place where heartache ends and genuine joy begins, never fully entering one realm or the other. This is where our hearts beat; this is where our hearts bleed.
This is the land of melodrama, but also the land of attempted truths. We are nothing apart from what we are, and we are anything we think to be. We have no roots, but find we are rooted too deeply. Moving on would be easy if we didn't always pace.
Welcome to this tiny town, where almost everyone seems to live. Located just down from heartache and just up from genuine joy, this is where our hearts bleed; this is where our hearts beat.
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