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Do you ever feel that who you are is masked? Do you ever feel that you're trying to hide your true feelings? Do you ever sense that no matter how hard you try, nothing will ever be good enough?
Saw it today. Maybe only a picture but I still saw it.
You sometimes wonder what late nights to do the longevity of a person.
I now know what the All American Rejects meant by giving you hell.
What if all we are is nothing more than an elaborate game to some higher being that has created these cruel things we call lives to amuse them? I hope not.
We're torn in the decisions we make, unable to make them though we think we're sure we're doing the right thing. There's always that voice in the back of our heads that says "or, you could do...". I hate that voice. Yet it will always be there. We as human beings have the burden of free will. We are the masters of the universe and yet slaves to our meek minds.
Saw it today. Maybe only a picture but I still saw it.
You sometimes wonder what late nights to do the longevity of a person.
I now know what the All American Rejects meant by giving you hell.
What if all we are is nothing more than an elaborate game to some higher being that has created these cruel things we call lives to amuse them? I hope not.
We're torn in the decisions we make, unable to make them though we think we're sure we're doing the right thing. There's always that voice in the back of our heads that says "or, you could do...". I hate that voice. Yet it will always be there. We as human beings have the burden of free will. We are the masters of the universe and yet slaves to our meek minds.