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What am I doing with my life. Torn. Between the life I have made for myself and the life of an immature man's dreams. What have I done to myself? Surely this is not a healthy venture. Do I continue to follow the dreams, or do I lay down, content with the reality I live in? They warn that the mind of sobriety is the clearest, but maybe that is a lie? The inebriated mind seems to be the clearer of the two. Then again, it's the intoxicated one thinking right now. It does so seem that the current mental state understands emotional matters just a smidge more. Maybe just more in tune, no filter. No white noise interrupting.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
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What am I doing with my life. Torn. Between the life I have made for myself and the life of an immature man's dreams. What have I done to myself? Surely this is not a healthy venture. Do I continue to follow the dreams, or do I lay down, content with the reality I live in? They warn that the mind of sobriety is the clearest, but maybe that is a lie? The inebriated mind seems to be the clearer of the two. Then again, it's the intoxicated one thinking right now. It does so seem that the current mental state understands emotional matters just a smidge more. Maybe just more in tune, no filter. No white noise interrupting.
Eoin
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
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