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Jul 01, 2005 08:48

Lately I've been confused and put into a trance. My mind asks itself the same thing everyday with no conclusion. When do questions stop having answers? The door closes with the truth slowly behind it. It seems that some are always learning about things, but never come to capture or truely know the truth. In a majority of people they refuse to hear ( Read more... )

wt-f is this?

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mondayasusual July 1 2005, 20:37:36 UTC
if your post was in a book, i'd pull out my yellow highlighter and highlight all of it, because i go through the same thing everyday.
you're a great person matt, and i hope things get to be more clear (for lack of a better word) for you.

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lonely_lullaby July 2 2005, 14:08:39 UTC
Everything is good sweetums, it just seems my mind is playing tricks on me.

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pure_nell_alpha July 1 2005, 22:33:56 UTC
I swear, I am so glad that I added you to my LiveJournal community. Your style of writing, especially for being so young, is phenomenal. Something that I only can wish I had under my belt.

Life is supposed to be confusing. I honestly believe that anyone that managed to figure it all out was struck dead almost instantly. Thats just the way it is. But dont worry, in due time, you'll have enough answers to be happy while new questions form in your head. Be cool, man.

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pure_nell_alpha July 2 2005, 06:09:34 UTC
I just realized something..."Pol's Voice"...is that a Zelda referencing song?

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lonely_lullaby July 2 2005, 14:10:54 UTC
Possibly, it's by a band called "Horse the Band". I could send it if you'd like.

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lonely_lullaby July 2 2005, 14:10:13 UTC
Haha ty, I don't think my writing is that profound.. but I won't shoot down a compliment ;D <3

And life is just a mystery on it's own, this is why I'm going to stay with what I have and not worry myself with the future. I have everything I could ask for at the moment but just thinking about the future makes my mind jump through rings of fire.

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