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These down times are what really make a person... I will put an end to this... somethings gotta give... victim of circumstance and while I'd stay and keep trying... you were not there to console my sighing so it's better I go, no time for crying and change your mind the same as your lying. Well honestly now, Is it not apparent that we over-use the poor man idiom? We are torturing our own kind Human contact is for the rich and as long as I am in text I will be only worth as much as my words are spent only worth as much as my discouraged intellect only worth as much as the poor man's breath who was never given a chance to progress and it was the very same intellect that caused his distress and so he smoked himself to death.
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
If you are reading this I have buried myself alive in my head...
These down times are what really make a person... I will put an end to this... somethings gotta give... victim of circumstance and while I'd stay and keep trying... you were not there to console my sighing so it's better I go, no time for crying and change your mind the same as your lying. Well honestly now, Is it not apparent that we over-use the poor man idiom? We are torturing our own kind Human contact is for the rich and as long as I am in text I will be only worth as much as my words are spent only worth as much as my discouraged intellect only worth as much as the poor man's breath who was never given a chance to progress and it was the very same intellect that caused his distress and so he smoked himself to death.
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Syrian
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
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