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Mar 2015
Life *****. Life really *****. All our lives we struggle to find where we belong, always hoping that it's going to be sunshine and rainbows around the next bend.. but it's not. Life isn't a **** movie. The underdog doesn't win, nice guys finish last, the hopeless romantic doesn't get the girl and the no name gun slinger doesn't ride off into the sunset unscathed. He dies and is buried in the dirt just like everybody else.

Life ***** even worse when you're alone though. For some **** reason when we find someone who shares in our weirdness and we call that love. But love ***** because it's not always returned. You can devote your everything to someone who cares about you but isn't in love with you. That's always the worst. When you're so close but not enough.

The question is; why are we, who are we, without pain and suffering. The **** makes us more human. So embrace the **** because sometimes the **** is all you have and there's nobody else to alleviate that.
I kinda had a ****** day and learned some ****** information. Writing your feelings and letting people that you'll hopefully never met is comforting to me for some reason.
S C Powell
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