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It isn't easy. Once you've grown wise enough to realize that the little ones are the only good humanbeings . Your back is already worn out like well read paper back. And your heart ,your hearts been hardened by too many cigarettes and too many pretty faces who always came and went a bit too soon. You got to hit your rhythm right before you reach the apex . Then Like that first time we tried DMT just sit back and enjoy the ride. You gotta barrel through it all . The burdens of society. The addictions The struggle between what you want to do and what makes you enough to keep her happy. We're cursed with such a narrow perspective. Unlike the bare butterfly who lives out their time in all Realities. If you dont listen to Frusciante you might not understand me today. Learn how to survive with the least amount of your abilities and call this progress. Decay always begins once growth ends. And there ll be plenty of dreams to **** tomorrow .
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
No ,It's Hard As Hell
It isn't easy. Once you've grown wise enough to realize that the little ones are the only good humanbeings . Your back is already worn out like well read paper back. And your heart ,your hearts been hardened by too many cigarettes and too many pretty faces who always came and went a bit too soon. You got to hit your rhythm right before you reach the apex . Then Like that first time we tried DMT just sit back and enjoy the ride. You gotta barrel through it all . The burdens of society. The addictions The struggle between what you want to do and what makes you enough to keep her happy. We're cursed with such a narrow perspective. Unlike the bare butterfly who lives out their time in all Realities. If you dont listen to Frusciante you might not understand me today. Learn how to survive with the least amount of your abilities and call this progress. Decay always begins once growth ends. And there ll be plenty of dreams to **** tomorrow .
anthony-b-perales
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
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