I fall in to the back ground of life's twisted form of reality we refuse to believe is true, though we swim in the blood of our dead and dying old ways. Time to move on. Time to put away the youth and live. Or rather. Live the way life wants you to live. Time to be an adult. To be grown up. But i don't want to. I still want my blanket when i go to
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