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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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an incorrigible child
there's a pit in my stomach and all the hate and discontent have returned full circle back to me like an unwanted boomerang. here we lie at the lowest of lows, feeling like an ass and wishing like a fool. eden is hard to find when the cage is duty and the mind is prisoner. ego binds and blinds and we're lost in ourselves. be wary of reflections and the mist of content, of complacency. be very wary. Labels: rants |