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angelswouldnthelpyou:

“Deep inside are woman’s hills about to come up To see the sky To see the sun and moon And the tiny stars in the black of a man’s hand Sometimes in the morning I’ll look across myself See hills and valleys forming Think of rivers underground. Outside me I am blooming Inside I am dry If only I could understand The reason for my crying If only I could stop this fear Of dreaming that I’m dying.”

— The Secret Diary Of Laura Palmer