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There is a burning in my chest a deep feeling creeping up that i can't deny. is it coming back? this awful superstition this paranoia of sorts. has all sanity in my mind disappeared and my epiphany an illusion is sanity real? or is sanity the dream and crazy is the me the you the great ******* spectacular anything and everything that you and i desire? am i the one whose heart and whose very soul depend on this fire? why do people exaggerate every part of their being to seem intellectual, mystical, and care about everything? why should you? why should i? we can sit on the rooftop of this parking garage and watch this whole ******* city go to **** and have each a bottle of cheap wine laugh and reminisce about the old times where we never knew each other and how we wish we did how we are so alike and dream about a hypothetical kid and how she would be or how everything could be perfect between you and me and then it would happen but what would happen? would we be everything we imagined? or would we be the same as the city?
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Sep 24, 2011
Sep 24, 2011 at 4:29 AM UTC
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There is a burning in my chest a deep feeling creeping up that i can't deny. is it coming back? this awful superstition this paranoia of sorts. has all sanity in my mind disappeared and my epiphany an illusion is sanity real? or is sanity the dream and crazy is the me the you the great ******* spectacular anything and everything that you and i desire? am i the one whose heart and whose very soul depend on this fire? why do people exaggerate every part of their being to seem intellectual, mystical, and care about everything? why should you? why should i? we can sit on the rooftop of this parking garage and watch this whole ******* city go to **** and have each a bottle of cheap wine laugh and reminisce about the old times where we never knew each other and how we wish we did how we are so alike and dream about a hypothetical kid and how she would be or how everything could be perfect between you and me and then it would happen but what would happen? would we be everything we imagined? or would we be the same as the city?
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Sep 24, 2011
Sep 24, 2011 at 4:29 AM UTC
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