I keep waiting and waiting on my life to start. Well, I'm 28 if it hasn't started yet whose fault is that? MINE. I need to do something. I'm living for me from here on out. F**k guilt and such, it only holds me down. I wanna smile, and not worry about it being yanked away at a moment's notice. I keep getting the damn rug pulled out from under me.
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