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Looking at the sky this mild December morning, trying to realize what this is all about. Trying to take control of things that should be important... my life, school, my sanity... always just seems to slip away. The thoughts of August push them out as always. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger... where did i hear that? Maybe from someone in the past... on a television... or in person. It's really all the same i suppose. I have no clue. About anything. I just want to be happy. To enjoy waking up. Just being myself again. But maybe that's asking too much.
I want to drop out of here.
And I want you to come with me.
We can be post-modern beatnicks.
And live like Kerouac.
And be happy.
I want to drop out of here.
And I want you to come with me.
We can be post-modern beatnicks.
And live like Kerouac.
And be happy.