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Goot For Lack Of Better Words

And i can't explain what it's like to feel this way afraid everything happens like a story heard a thousand times or a story based on yellow lines and

there comes a certain time when we should contemplate the end of everything familiar as we know it we will not follow the same path tomorrow as yesterday

how can it be that opportunity isn't knocking at my door? when will I find a better source of entertainent than my current unsuccessful, selfish one