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As a child, I was a fool I remember in school, learning how to be successful Work hard, save up, and then you can be happy. I was never happy. The constant rush of faces. People who didn't know me,  said they did. I felt like nothing. to everyone Bound to collapse. I'm not happy Where am I now? Where am I going? Most nights, I dream of an escape being alone, distanced from everything. But no. Maybe I’ll just burn it all. Everything. A sea of ashes. Floating away in a decrepit canoe. Then I could be happy. Then they would know me, then I would know myself. What If I just drove and didn't stop driving, the road my path, the wheel my fate. But I can't stand the thought of knowing knowing myself A fool is happy
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
A Fool is Happy
As a child, I was a fool I remember in school, learning how to be successful Work hard, save up, and then you can be happy. I was never happy. The constant rush of faces. People who didn't know me,  said they did. I felt like nothing. to everyone Bound to collapse. I'm not happy Where am I now? Where am I going? Most nights, I dream of an escape being alone, distanced from everything. But no. Maybe I’ll just burn it all. Everything. A sea of ashes. Floating away in a decrepit canoe. Then I could be happy. Then they would know me, then I would know myself. What If I just drove and didn't stop driving, the road my path, the wheel my fate. But I can't stand the thought of knowing knowing myself A fool is happy
perry-finley
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
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