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Is there no more hope in self? Surely things have been worse before, yet you constantly play the role of victim. A harsh reality we face daily that consumes those who are weak. I practice what I preach, though it's not enough. It can't be- Afterall, you're just not the same. How could someone like you step in my shoes? How could you comprehend the struggle and pain? Should I even bother wasting my time on this game? Weeks will go by, and you'll ask, "Where is he?" I won't even be there to answer you, but if I were, I would say something like this, "While you moped and sat in misery I did what I said, and now I'm making history."
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Enough is Enough
Is there no more hope in self? Surely things have been worse before, yet you constantly play the role of victim. A harsh reality we face daily that consumes those who are weak. I practice what I preach, though it's not enough. It can't be- Afterall, you're just not the same. How could someone like you step in my shoes? How could you comprehend the struggle and pain? Should I even bother wasting my time on this game? Weeks will go by, and you'll ask, "Where is he?" I won't even be there to answer you, but if I were, I would say something like this, "While you moped and sat in misery I did what I said, and now I'm making history."
james-ellis
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
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