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you gotta look the world in the eye and not give a fuck. im tired and smell like shit right now but i know tomorrows gonna be a good day because people are there for me; and i feel as if i can rule the world...

the endings are the hardest. how do you say goodbye to people you have Lived and Grown with?

"rocking out and having fun living like you just begun"

it's weird how change can force you to think differently, if only those sad depressed people knew that there's better things out there and you don't have to crawl but can stand tall (and sometimes skip).

"There was a time we had so little
But we thought it was so much
There was a time we had no control
And we lost all touch
So much emotion, so many days passed
So many things we thought would last
And everything it seemed so big
So much invested in the past"

on to new travels and more troubles. if only i could could cry and show how happy (and sad) i am right now but i must go onward, there's so much to see.


"This is for all the unheard,
All the music left behind
All the songs
Left on the floors in the closets of our minds
Where's the passion gone in our hearts?
Lost somewhere in the grind
It's time to bring it back
It's time to unwind
Find what we lost
It's time
It's time to bring it back"



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