You must remember. Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts, that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
hmm.
Most days I don't feel like making new friends. But lately I have had an itch. It could be the weather.
It must be the weather. I'm dying and cutting my fucking hair.
I am but a hopeless heartless poet living in a world that adds up to nothing, I find beauty in simplicity while I search for a flame to maybe keep me going
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