| We are a dying breed. The dirty blondes of a light haired society.
There is just no place for us anymore, except as the mortar that holds everything together.
If these words cut down to the bone, brothers, then it is your blood that is being spent.
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| I'm trying something new. For myself.
It's been too hard to progress with the way I'm living.
Maybe it's the way I live that's been getting in the way.
So since no one really knows about this.
I'll come here more often. For myself.
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| i don't know anything anymore.
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| note to self: these next two weeks have absolutely no room for error.
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