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We're all just emo kids in the end.
Gives us some kind of relation with each other, doesn't it?
We've all been moulded by expectations and we all know there's no way you can run from our differences. Who would lift the first foot?
I want to yell that my feet hurt because of the blisters because this tip-toe-dancing hurts, but who am I to let out the first cry?
I don't mean to seem depressing, but I had an iced chai tea today and the ice melted too fast in the sun, and then there wasn't enough midnight hour for my pen to keep scribbling legidly, so I came here.
You will die, and maybe you'll only be remembered for a few passings of the stars, but you still have to look for truth.
Sometimes I wish I were on my own motorcycle traveling to different countries and wearing my own toxic waste suit when it gets cold. We complicate things for ourselves because life could never be as well laid out as a grammar book. Before you can find yourself, you're in love, before you can walk, you yearn to run, before you're sure about god and heaven and sin, you're dead.
Any creature could put pieces of a puzzle together in a logical order. Let's just see how long we can last in this single tangled thread before we light fire to the mother fucker.
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Gives us some kind of relation with each other, doesn't it?
We've all been moulded by expectations and we all know there's no way you can run from our differences. Who would lift the first foot?
I want to yell that my feet hurt because of the blisters because this tip-toe-dancing hurts, but who am I to let out the first cry?
I don't mean to seem depressing, but I had an iced chai tea today and the ice melted too fast in the sun, and then there wasn't enough midnight hour for my pen to keep scribbling legidly, so I came here.
You will die, and maybe you'll only be remembered for a few passings of the stars, but you still have to look for truth.
Sometimes I wish I were on my own motorcycle traveling to different countries and wearing my own toxic waste suit when it gets cold. We complicate things for ourselves because life could never be as well laid out as a grammar book. Before you can find yourself, you're in love, before you can walk, you yearn to run, before you're sure about god and heaven and sin, you're dead.
Any creature could put pieces of a puzzle together in a logical order. Let's just see how long we can last in this single tangled thread before we light fire to the mother fucker.
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