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I'd really like to know why I am who I am.
I'm a good person, but I don't really feel there's much of left of me.
I don't give a fuck about constant criticism.
Sure I do.
I LOVE CRITICISM. IT LIFTS ME FROM THE GROUND.
My head is in guitar ensamble again,
Hearing the talentless fucks pick the strings on their guitars.
Thinking they're all magicians.
WE ARE A RACE.
You ARE no magicians.
My head is between the dead notes & strumming patterns.
I'm not used to caring about myself, so the day anyone is unimportant.
Is what is left of me.