fucking hell i lost my old journal. christ, i've known i've lost this journal for about 3 months now and it just (re)-hit me today because i wanted to write in it
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speechless terms come to mind when time pulls you over disipline management, behavioral classes damn how much has been wasted 10 ft under the sand sinks deeper the sun grows hotter and we all learn to decay in our own unique little ways.
yeah this reminds me of the quote i just posted. about how its really not about our lives because likely, even the person sitting next to you or a car over or a few streets away dont even care. and those are the people close to you. its not about our life, its about what we do to change the world with it. likely most of us will do nothing. cool.
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when time pulls you over
disipline management, behavioral classes
damn how much has been wasted
10 ft under the sand sinks deeper
the sun grows hotter
and we all learn to decay in our own unique little ways.
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about how its really not about our lives because likely, even the person sitting next to you or a car over or a few streets away dont even care. and those are the people close to you. its not about our life, its about what we do to change the world with it. likely most of us will do nothing. cool.
i just commentvented. cool.
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