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Apr 2013
As time passes, this feeling enhances, holding back words, im running out of chances. Never understood, no matter what i do, take a trip through my life, but you'll never really know what ive been through. We all have different ways of feeling, in every situation, wishing every bad thought was like the radio, so you can just change the station. Ive been told all my life, that i can be unpredictable, its not purposely, my thoughts are just barely stable. Half the time i dont even know what im gonna do, there are so many thoughts going through my head, i choose the ones that make me look less of a fool. Making choices that are best for me, also for the ones that matter, nothing really seems to work out, its like climbing a never ending ladder. There are few people, that i sincerely care about, knowing those few will always be there, ive got everything figured out. Life is just too precious to waste, not worth dreading past depressed events, finding the best out of everything, thats how life is supposed to be spent.
StillMind
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StillMind  California
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