I must think a million words per second of every word that comes out of my mouth.  Hah

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I wonder if anyone reads what I post

She’s thousands of miles away, and we haven’t talked in months.

Sobriety finds his way, and living for the day has to stop.

Cunts, I say, to every passerby who is more along than I.

But to be more along, you just have to be disciplined.

Not like I.

I live within the walls of my constriction.

12am-6am, 6am-2.

Everything I do, I do to spite you.

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Haven’t been on Tumblr in like a year

It’s pretty gay

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Jesus Christ

Am I in over my head? It sure feels like it.

What did I get myself into

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Spitting Venom

Well we went downtown and we sat in the rain
Both looking one direction and waiting for a train of thought over
Thought over

I didn’t know you kept track I didn’t know there was a score
Well it looks like your the winner and I ain’t gonna play no more
It’s over
Game over

Well we walked real stiff and our canes hit the ground
You hit me with yours
And said, “You’re gonna stare me down”
It’s over
Oh it’s over

You can say what you want but don’t act like you care
It takes more than one person to decide whats fair
Its over
Think it over

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Let’s make it a generalization thing. The best choices that I made was when I accepted who I was and was honest with myself and went about things how I believed it, without worrying about whether I was going to impress somebody or not. And the worst choices that I made was when I was trying to gain somebody’s approval rather than choosing on principle. And every time I compromise one of my principles, the price is fierce for that
— Bill Withers
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A long time ago, when I was a little kid, my mom sat on the bed and put this record on and..it’s like the first song I ever heard..that had my father’s voice..and I must admit it…I was..six…and I was bored…I was bored, I’m sorry…(….)

Once I was a soldier,
and I fought on foreign sands for you
Once I was a hunter,
and I brought home fresh meat for you
Once I was a lover
and I searched behind your eyes for you
Soon there’ll come another
to tell you I was just a lie.

And, sometimes I wonder,
for a while:
Do you ever remember me?

Though you have forgotten
all of our rubbish dreams,
I find myself searching
through the ashes of our ruins
for the days when we smiled,
and the hours that ran wild
with the magic of our eyes
and the silence of our words.

And, sometimes I wonder,
for a while:
Do you ever remember me? 


If the sun refused to shine, I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
If the mountains fell into the sea, Let it Be, it ain’t me.
Got my own world to live through, and I ain’t gonna copy you

Now if 6 turned up to be 9, I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
If all the hippies cut off their hair, I don’t care, I don’t care.
Cause I got my own world to live through, and I ain’t gonna copy you

— Jimi Hendrix
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