Sometimes I get lost in my own head...
When I'm pushing myself to the edge, It's because I want to feel something real...
Sometimes I wonder if I'll be just as confused about the world when I'm 40 as I am right now...
Confusion is something you get when you start growing up and it never goes away...
The greatest treasure lost, was never gold but knowledge...
Though I am not proud of some of my ancestors actions... I will never be ashamed of where I come from...
If you let yourself go to music it can be anything...
From dreary to downright intoxicating...
There are fantastic worlds I visit in my mind's eye, I only wish I could share them as clearly as I experience them...
The sad thing about crime is usually there is a sad story on each end. There are rarely any true villains in life, just more unhealed desperate and confused people.
Definition. Our way of giving meaning to everyday life. We define everything. Even people. Especially people. So what do you define yourself as? How do you define yourself? How do you want to be defined? When your time has come and gone, what will your definition be?
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I'm always jotting my thoughts jot somewhere figured, I'd post them...
