feeling a little dreamy, letting my eyes blur the world as they see fit, 90 miles of fast passing scenery, for then to be told it was the wrong card you picked

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more gouges more bleeding, less stages less needing, the lesson to which all human learn is how to be scorned, and that love is earned

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feeling that scared sort of nervous, like when you fall but dont know how hard you'll hit the ground

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tired of trying to fit in between the lines, eventually, something will spill over

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yes, you are correct to assume that i dont care about being called those things

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"we are victims of the same thing, the same horror lives within us both," and i carried her to a better place.

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if i could shape the world with a book, i would write a love story, one where no one wins the girl

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"for some reason, nothing exists outside my little dirt path, there are trees that span miles of earth that may not even exist. knowing this, i am content"
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im working on a book, i dont know the name, but ill post it every now and again. maybe