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Just don’t tell me I’m too old to dream because I’ll spit in your face and do something foolish just to spite you…and thus proving you right.

What would be even worse is to tell me nothing.

What doesn’t kill you…when it should. Karma has a sick sense of humour.

Log out

Blow after blow

Like a willow I rise back

Eternal

A lonesome road

Destination unknown

Hands withdrawn

I move on

Until my final breath

With a smile

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It hurts me to realize that the need I have for my friends is much greater and far more essential than the need they have for me. True but sad.

Did I say “hurt”? Cut my chest open and rip my heart out-it will probably pain less. It will pain more, of course, but not for long.

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Lately I seem to be talking of nothing but music and either concerts I’ve been to or I’m planning to go to. It’s not like I can’t talk about anything else. I can-but I don’t want to. I don’t even want to think about anything else because that “anything else” only brings me down. People especially. Lately people are a source of nothing but disappointment and the best, the only way to deal with it is to ignore them…until further notice at least.