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honey.
today is the day, where i hold my chin in my hands, and i feel my face. and i shake myself. and i come to the realization that something is nothing, nothing is everything. and we are all so worn, and we're all so new.
and life is an oxymoron. only because its supposto be.
only cause we need it that way.
and im updating.

so i dont even know what to say on this thing anymore. the idea that anyone reads my thoughts these days is disconcerting. people call, i wanna say :: hey buddy, leave me alone, im in a shell, you know theres only one soul that i wanna spend time with. is that cool? ya? alright. bye ( Read more... )

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