The roots of artistic ability grow from psychological injury. — Charles Dickens
Rolling in the Deep — Adele
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, and it's bringin' me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out, and
I'll lay your shit bare
See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do...
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