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Dec 2013
i am so bored.
everyday is the same.
everyone is the same.
limited feeling
no fun.
reality is boring
i want to paint, i want solitude.
i want something different.
is this really life?
how boring.
i guess i will never be happy or i dont know what happy is anymore.
everything is an act because life is so boring.
dreams are where its at. i wish i lived in my dreams.
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poetic justice  california
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