| whats the point of anything we do? to feel good or safe? or to break into another part of life we havent experienced yet? who knows and honestly, who cares? people say what you want to hear and do whatever the hell they want to so whats the point? |
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| rip xanga buddyyyy
If I could act like this was my real life
and not some cage where I've been placed,
then, I could tell you the truth like I used to
and not be afraid of sounding fake.
Now all that anyone is listening for are the mistakes.
In a house, by myself, I hear the ice start to melt
and watch rooftops weep for the sunlight.
And I know what must change. |
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