Whats with that?

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Whats with that?

Nothing ever gose according to plan.
Everything always blows up in my face.
No matter how hard i fuckin try.
My life still shatters all over the place.
My tears are flowing stedy.
My face is going numb.
My heart is being draind.
my brain is getting dumb.
Conversation turned to nothing.
Activities are dead.
one more fucking day like this, im gonna loose my head.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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