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Weary and maybe dusty, maybe a million years old. Disappearing. Shouting hatespeech and trying to make others as bitter as myself. Toxic and made of stone. Crafted of some **** harder than diamond, but cheaper than **** Also, I'm so ******* sick of hearing about hope in the human soul. I'm sick of souls. Cynicism isn't right, but being ****** isn't lying, and maybe we all have a little bit of love and something else. Exploit whatever feels better. Maybe I said that wrong, but if you can exploit yourself you're the only one who deserves to ******* do it already.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
"Wayfarer."
Weary and maybe dusty, maybe a million years old. Disappearing. Shouting hatespeech and trying to make others as bitter as myself. Toxic and made of stone. Crafted of some **** harder than diamond, but cheaper than **** Also, I'm so ******* sick of hearing about hope in the human soul. I'm sick of souls. Cynicism isn't right, but being ****** isn't lying, and maybe we all have a little bit of love and something else. Exploit whatever feels better. Maybe I said that wrong, but if you can exploit yourself you're the only one who deserves to ******* do it already.
austin-heath
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
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