Those times, I wish I had taken an extra breath before understanding how deep things were.
Like when I ran away from home in the middle of the night
Or the day I realized I was going to die
In class, we talk about how drugs destroy and how stress can be good, but we don't speak about the lies made true by one's determination and how much of a waste it is to recycle
No one has listened to me lately.
Lately....
I think I'm fucking mad.
People don't impress me and everyone seems so uniform and un-spontaneous.
No one say's anything new.
And when it gets really shaky, I start to ask who I am and what do I stand for.
I don't believe anyone really asks themselves that question.
I'm going to hit a bong this weekend and live in a suspended lie for a couple of hours.
Later Days
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