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Apr 2016
It's warm outside yet everyone is cold on the inside. Looking for whatever blanket to cover their consciousness, and warm them themselves from the inside out.
Always doubting themselves, yet their actions project a different movie in the theatre of their peers. A movie of joy and cheer to numb their biggest fears of rejection, not fitting in. Not being able to win.
But when night comes to end and it's just you my friend, trapped with these things you suppress, setting yourself up for nothing but depressed.
Break the chains of your mind, and be true with yourself, are you actually happy or will this be another American tragedy.
Preston Brida
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Preston Brida  Pitrsburgh
(Pitrsburgh)   
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