and it hits you like a bul.let tearing through layers upon layers of skin, flesh, memories, making a home inside my heart. each day, each hour, each moment it becomes progressively rusted. blood-covered. my blood is thicker.
sometimes i wish my life could be handed to me on a silverfuckingplatter. so clear, that i can see my own reflection. i used to wish that... constantly.. but then reality hit me and i knew that wasn't the case.. and that i am going to have to work my ass of in school and jobs to get somewhere in life... to make something of myself. it's stressful, yes. but i think in the end.. the self satisfaction will make up for it all.
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Someone who knows how to write!
Superior.
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i used to wish that... constantly.. but then reality hit me and i knew that wasn't the case.. and that i am going to have to work my ass of in school and jobs to get somewhere in life... to make something of myself. it's stressful, yes. but i think in the end.. the self satisfaction will make up for it all.
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i really hope so...
searching and testing and trying gets old after awhile. ;/
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