i leave behind only what my thought will not permit me to carry on... emotional luggage thta wasnt ever needed in the first fucking place... and yet...what i choose to revere...to keep sacred.... amongst these tragedies....worn down memories....over analyzed a thousand times.....a thousand and one.......times. the last one was too many....looking deep into myself....i only find and empty shell....like a locust...who sheds his skin... should i be worried that nothing ever makes sense...and yet its so familiar that deja vu...seems like a new emotion....that these times...these faces..could somehow represent something from my past deep in my sub-thoughts.... never.......let....go...... thats what keeps rumbling through my head....but never let go of what.. the memory... the bad thing...the good things.....a little of both to comprimise.....seems so easy and is so easy in everyday blah blah blah boring life..... but to comprimise with myself.....to argue with myself......why does that seem so insane.....almost forbidden if not wanting to be labeled...crazy!?! a conversation...between me and me......a little timeto look inward and just.......focus.. thats allim asking for.....the sick thing.......is.......i never grant my own wishes.....yet fight them with all the knowledge i think i possess...to somehow win against the.....liberal side of myself... labels......so many labels they almost seem just words.....just these useless letters sprewn across a page to mean something.... somehting important...something worthwhile.....or just random shapes and scribbles across what used to be wood..... the worldperplexesme..... vExES mE....its confusing just sitting here trying to understand why i must understand.........everything is this lifes quest.....some trick my mind has played on me behind my back...when i was arguing with myself.....did.........I.......just lie...and believe myself?! these words were meant to confuse not enlighten.....because enlightenment can only be brought on by the confusion of the world surrounding me...the questions...that may never be answered.......the answers..........for questions that will never leave these lips........not even in a whisper.... as i whisper.....to myself.....just go to sleep..........
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Birth sign: Aries
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