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Do what makes you happy
The living oxymoron. 18

Days come up where I miss you and I wish you were mine

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via bookmania)

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