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do you ever miss the rain? which one? that one. yeah i do. the simple feelings of safety the smell of the rain the similarity of home where you didnt care about technicality or psychology when nobody cared about each other but felt home do you miss the old screen? you mean the OS? no the screen where it was simple but complex the feeling of the rain mixed feeling of friends not that feeling the other feeling the similarity of the old layout not old the better one yeah the better one where it seemed as if you knew it for so long but you didn't when everyone was innocent no sketches playing at home with no pressure with a head that stops when you stop the feeling of feeling as if the adults know everything out there where you felt as if being sad was just a myth miss the old room? which one? the magical one where your imagination ruled the emptiness now filled with a head that is technical as it can be why? because maturing looking at the abyss called reality where everybody is a child being an adult is just a myth everybody feels alone, feels selfish, trying to wisen up they can’t because you just can't wise people aren't wise they aren't adults they are just children acting like adults people want to get on top why? because why? why not? everybody looks up to you everybody obeys to your rules they aren't forced to or obliged to they just do why? because they are searching for an example of an adult they search for a person to look up to that no one can look down on you for but when you are the person on top you still feel alone you don't feel complete you feel like a child but then you look for another person to look up to there are no other so the cycle continues everybody stomping on each other we are on top of a flying rock and everyone is focused on looking down upon people with different imaginary views why? why not just have fun? do you ever miss the rain? which one?
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
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do you ever miss the rain? which one? that one. yeah i do. the simple feelings of safety the smell of the rain the similarity of home where you didnt care about technicality or psychology when nobody cared about each other but felt home do you miss the old screen? you mean the OS? no the screen where it was simple but complex the feeling of the rain mixed feeling of friends not that feeling the other feeling the similarity of the old layout not old the better one yeah the better one where it seemed as if you knew it for so long but you didn't when everyone was innocent no sketches playing at home with no pressure with a head that stops when you stop the feeling of feeling as if the adults know everything out there where you felt as if being sad was just a myth miss the old room? which one? the magical one where your imagination ruled the emptiness now filled with a head that is technical as it can be why? because maturing looking at the abyss called reality where everybody is a child being an adult is just a myth everybody feels alone, feels selfish, trying to wisen up they can’t because you just can't wise people aren't wise they aren't adults they are just children acting like adults people want to get on top why? because why? why not? everybody looks up to you everybody obeys to your rules they aren't forced to or obliged to they just do why? because they are searching for an example of an adult they search for a person to look up to that no one can look down on you for but when you are the person on top you still feel alone you don't feel complete you feel like a child but then you look for another person to look up to there are no other so the cycle continues everybody stomping on each other we are on top of a flying rock and everyone is focused on looking down upon people with different imaginary views why? why not just have fun? do you ever miss the rain? which one?
made this one way too early in the morning. had a lot of questions about life that needed answering.
florida
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14/M/downtown
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
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