But because things change. Friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.
-The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs.
I wonder how they feel tonight.
-The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
I guess what I'm saying is that this all feels very familiar. But it's not mine to be familiar about. I just know that another kid has felt this. This one time when it's peaceful outside, and you're seeing things move, and you don't want to, and everyone is asleep. And all the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing "unity". I finally get the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.
-The Perks Of Being A Wallflower
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