maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back,
maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds.

crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret.
it's you or me amplified.

maybe everyone out there is a liar.
& maybe the whole world is stupid, & ignorant.
but i'd rather be in it.
id' rather be fucking in it.

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razors pain you,
rivers are damp,
acid stains you,
drugs cause cramps,
gun aren't lawful,
nooses give,
gas smells awful...
you might as well live.


scream for everything you wish had never happened.
(i stole this off a girl i know's blog on myspace.
she really is incredible.)


you love the people that love you.




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