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fifty years have ridden off into the sunset
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I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of
the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way
I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while
I'll make you fall for me
I promise, I promise you I will
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Never let anyone tell you life is worth it. It generally isn't.
I'm just so frustrated right now ... I guess I need a place to vent. I feel like I can't really talk to anyone any more, and maybe this is an outlet for me. I just feel like ten tons of whatever poured into a five-ton box.
Or maybe it's worse ... maybe it's five tons of whatever poured into a ten-ton box.
I just don't care any more.
Is that bad? Probably. I don't really care.
I'm tired of fighting, tired of feeling like everything I do is getting screwed over by some invisible hand. I just want this to end. Tired of it all.
Yunno, I'm not sixteen any more. I figured by now I'd have at least something worked out. All I've worked out is that I don't have anything worked out.
That's a hell of a realization to come to.
Maybe I can make myself care again. I doubt it, though.
Whatever.
-David
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