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I'm suppose to come home soon.
So I reflect on how I've changed.
(i always thought to change for the good)
But i'm worse than before. maybe i can sing better, maybe i can speak better, maybe i can present a diplomatic face to the world, but i cannot think. my mind is clogged.
before, i loved to analyze myself, to drool over my stupid actions or create new plans to better the me.
my friends were those of the mind, we spoke of philosophy and religion.
but it dwindelled.
now, i enjoy my day peice by peice, learn the simple things of life, eat, crap, walk, breath, smile,
without depth.
i can't fuck worth love,
i can't think worth friends,
i can't live worth God.
but isn't it for the best?
So I reflect on how I've changed.
(i always thought to change for the good)
But i'm worse than before. maybe i can sing better, maybe i can speak better, maybe i can present a diplomatic face to the world, but i cannot think. my mind is clogged.
before, i loved to analyze myself, to drool over my stupid actions or create new plans to better the me.
my friends were those of the mind, we spoke of philosophy and religion.
but it dwindelled.
now, i enjoy my day peice by peice, learn the simple things of life, eat, crap, walk, breath, smile,
without depth.
i can't fuck worth love,
i can't think worth friends,
i can't live worth God.
but isn't it for the best?