| O my starry eyed surprise
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| it used to be so clear. the difference between good and bad used to be
so clear. now im stuck here for hours at a time being torn apart
on whether its right or wrong. lines are blurred, black and white
aren't so defined, and the grey is taking the field of battle via
blitzkrieg. its all so difficult to separate. its all so
different now. everything's different. i hate change. i just hope
it stops beating in my head when i close my eyes this time. it always
beats away with reckless abandon. i think im starting to feel it make
its way through. crashing and burning right now would be a relief, so
that i could rise from the ashes anew and a more defined view of
things. its the bluriness that bothers me the most, the cloudiness of
knowing wut things are suppose to be as opposed to how things are. now
im just rambling. no wait. this is rambling.....
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