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I have scoured the earth for the pieces of me that I lost when you left;

On more than one occasion, have you ever looked at yourself, your life, and come to the realization that you aren't in fact who you once were? That your morals and conscience have remodeled themselves? That your entire train of thought has been extensively turned upside down...

I start to fear that these pleasantries have gone on for far too long;

I am not the person I once was. What befuddles myself is I don't see how who I was before, could switch into who I am now. What that exactly is, I won't— can't put a label on.

I'm not trying to be someone else.

I wasn't trying to be someone else before.

How easy we alter into the exact shape of our surroundings. Perhaps we are more closely related to chameleons than we thought.

Certain chemicals are tar rabbits so to speak. Not unhealthy for you in the way your parents and teachers taught you— the youth commercials you see on the television. But unhealthy in the way of opening an endless void of knowledge pertaining to the world we live in, and how wrong it is. Too much knowledge. Knowledge can tear you apart. Knowledge is addicting.

One may say ignorance is bliss. They ask us why we kill ourselves and destroy our bodies to gain knowledge which cannot be used for anything besides making one miserable. We can't answer.

We can only pray that this does not kill us all, devour us where we stand.

Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. This is the path I have chosen. Though it may be the wrong path, and the certain activities are frowned upon by most, I would rather have no other. I wouldn't have it any other way. I did it surrounded by people I wouldn't trade for anything. We regret not one sleepless night.

Life starts to turn into a broken record, one endless shitstorm right after the other. Why don't we grab another drink to take for the road, and make things easier on the both of us.

Fuck edge. We will happily drink, smoke, and fuck until we die.

Whew. (:

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I have scoured the earth for the pieces of me that I lost when you left;

On more than one occasion, have you ever looked at yourself, your life, and come to the realization that you aren't in fact who you once were? That your morals and conscience have remodeled themselves? That your entire train of thought has been extensively turned upside down...

I start to fear that these pleasantries have gone on for far too long;

I am not the person I once was. What befuddles myself is I don't see how who I was before, could switch into who I am now. What that exactly is, I won't— can't put a label on.

I'm not trying to be someone else.

I wasn't trying to be someone else before.

How easy we alter into the exact shape of our surroundings. Perhaps we are more closely related to chameleons than we thought.

Certain chemicals are tar rabbits so to speak. Not unhealthy for you in the way your parents and teachers taught you— the youth commercials you see on the television. But unhealthy in the way of opening an endless void of knowledge pertaining to the world we live in, and how wrong it is. Too much knowledge. Knowledge can tear you apart. Knowledge is addicting.

One may say ignorance is bliss. They ask us why we kill ourselves and destroy our bodies to gain knowledge which cannot be used for anything besides making one miserable. We can't answer.

We can only pray that this does not kill us all, devour us where we stand.

Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. This is the path I have chosen. Though it may be the wrong path, and the certain activities are frowned upon by most, I would rather have no other. I wouldn't have it any other way. I did it surrounded by people I wouldn't trade for anything. We regret not one sleepless night.

Life starts to turn into a broken record, one endless shitstorm right after the other. Why don't we grab another drink to take for the road, and make things easier on the both of us.

Fuck edge. We will happily drink, smoke, and fuck until we die.

Whew. (: