It would be nice if I could get my shit together. I'm an anxiety attack, constantly blown apart by thoughts, ideas, beliefs, distrust, love, lust, and a constant sense of impending doom. I know when it all began to crack, splinter, grow. I honestly believe that everybody is full of shit. They sing and dance for a cause which never can be obtained. Because, if they ever so happened to "win", they wouldn't be able to bitch anymore, or would have to make up some other excuse, quote and recycle somebody Else's over used yet just "under the radar" thoughts. This occurs when they have now taken any sort of suspicious eyes and cast them aside in astonishment that someone could be and remain so profound and fresh. People naturally crave warmth. Where is there a warmer place? Besides the spotlight? Self loathing ignites sympathy, sympathy leads to someone always saying " I'm sorry." Sorry is to easy of a word to say. Apologies are given when you feel threatened of forced removal. The whole has rejected you. There is no warmth in New England.
-Unspoken Truce
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