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Apr 2015
The burden of making something out of my life is ever present in my mind
Talking, talking, I don't give a **** about your speeches
You're too stubborn. Listen to your elders.
We only do this because we love you.
Anxious to please, anxious to follow my own mind. What comes easy to me.
I have no idea where I'm heading.
A journey to the abyss orΒ Β nirvana
Maybe I'm not normal
All I know is that I can't conform.
I'm not obedient.
I'm not a pillar of society.
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Jwhizzle
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