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tossing around. over and over. I grab my clock 4:06 am what now I can't stop thinking my mind is filled with confusion confusion about love about life, about me who am i? i ask why does my true personality have to be so unattainable why does it have to be so absolutely true that not even I not even my parents or friends will understand I want to run to the root and tell the world who I am no. i tell myself, its too late **** it. i say, who cares now? no one. I grab my shoes and barbour and climb the stairs toward the gates of hell the gates of freedom, of insubordination, of truth with boiling blood oozing, seeping, crawling and consuming terrified souls I grasp the thick walls that prevent me from the end the coarse black paint rubs off onto me I smear the charcoal onto my face i yell. i cry. i scream. but still, no one hears me.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
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tossing around. over and over. I grab my clock 4:06 am what now I can't stop thinking my mind is filled with confusion confusion about love about life, about me who am i? i ask why does my true personality have to be so unattainable why does it have to be so absolutely true that not even I not even my parents or friends will understand I want to run to the root and tell the world who I am no. i tell myself, its too late **** it. i say, who cares now? no one. I grab my shoes and barbour and climb the stairs toward the gates of hell the gates of freedom, of insubordination, of truth with boiling blood oozing, seeping, crawling and consuming terrified souls I grasp the thick walls that prevent me from the end the coarse black paint rubs off onto me I smear the charcoal onto my face i yell. i cry. i scream. but still, no one hears me.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
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