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different shit all crammed like it fits but its all wonky-and strange.. and gots highs and lows. and fuck ups and it seemed fun. but now lame... but theres some cool parts... but not enough perfection to boast about-and fuck it i try too hard for nothing anyway... and no one reads this shit-and everyone wants to be heard- but everyone is rarely understood... because it takes too much effort...and we are all tired... and my mask is cracked... and sometimes i rather prepare for death than to fight to survive-and blah shit about dark and light. and ups and downs. and this will pass- and it always comes back... and you understand... you feel me. you been there- and yada yada yada- don't look at me. I'm a pillar of salt. because i always look back when i shouldn't and fuck it -yeah its always my fault. I'm responsible for who i am-how i feel how i react.and so many have it worse- and look at all i got-can't take none of it to my grave-.cheerz.blah.no sleep. you're free to judge me.thanks.