| quickly now,
we must hurry on to the next portion of our feeble existence.
so many theories concerning my very own peace.
a thousand walls for me to back into.
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| in a way,
i like that xanga is dead.
it's like i am talking to myself in a deserted city.
for some reason i find that appealing.
as each day passes,
i find that i am being true to my word.
i actually am finding who i am.
it is like i have been in a daze.
a dream.
i wake up.
only to find that i am just in another dream.
"third times the charm."
strange saying. |
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| strange.
i don't know why or how she helps me,
but she does.
things that make me sad often have the capability to make me happy.
and happy,
happy i am now. |
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| time has past.
no answers found.
only more questions.
maybe if i just stopped wishing altogether.
ah, but what are we without our dreams?
no, dream i must.
what then should i do?
always troubled.
always.
that age old question keeps taking on new forms.
happiness is far too evasive. |
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| i really don't understand what is going on in my head at the moment.
what is going on in my life at the moment.
things seem so simple.
i know the question.
but i have no way of finding the answer. |
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