So I'm going through all my old online journals and saving them on a word file just incase Deadjournal decides to bite the dust. As I read through them, I take quite the surreal look at person that used to be me. I was so optimistic. So full of energy and hope
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I watched the Woodstock documentary last night. I love that movie and I've watched it some twenty-odd times, but a certain quote stuck me like some crazy, disodent, augmented guitar chord
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Why are do many people rush through the day? They hurry to to work, hurry through work, hurry home, then hurry to bed so they can do it all again
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