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I have this thing that I do... okay, and I'm going to change it. I promise... I promise... I find deep meaning in every coincidence. I meet beautiful people and laugh with them and love them instantly. "We were lovers in a past life." The past life is always better, everyone knows that. I fall in love with unknown eyes. I lust for new feelings and get high off of them, too! Now, I've realized that I am not meant for this world. I have been rejected by these coincidences. I am not from here, and now I know that. (Because, if I was, then you would love coincidences, too.) I am doing this to myself. I know I am. I love you and you are gone and the loneliness is what kills me, not the reasons why you left. I can not take being the person that I am. I am persistent to achieve complete nirvana of the soul. But my mind won't let me get there. I am writing all of this because it needs to come out and I don't give a **** what anyone thinks of me. I never do. I am putting myself out there. This is me. And **** you. That's why I always try to **** you off because you give a **** about these things. You give a **** about me making an *** of myself and I do not. I find meaning in different things. That is why you left.
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
lost coincidence.
I have this thing that I do... okay, and I'm going to change it. I promise... I promise... I find deep meaning in every coincidence. I meet beautiful people and laugh with them and love them instantly. "We were lovers in a past life." The past life is always better, everyone knows that. I fall in love with unknown eyes. I lust for new feelings and get high off of them, too! Now, I've realized that I am not meant for this world. I have been rejected by these coincidences. I am not from here, and now I know that. (Because, if I was, then you would love coincidences, too.) I am doing this to myself. I know I am. I love you and you are gone and the loneliness is what kills me, not the reasons why you left. I can not take being the person that I am. I am persistent to achieve complete nirvana of the soul. But my mind won't let me get there. I am writing all of this because it needs to come out and I don't give a **** what anyone thinks of me. I never do. I am putting myself out there. This is me. And **** you. That's why I always try to **** you off because you give a **** about these things. You give a **** about me making an *** of myself and I do not. I find meaning in different things. That is why you left.
stephanie-moon
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stephanie-moon
Mexican
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
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