do you ever get this feeling that you've got nothing to say, yet there's so much on your mind dying to escape that abyss and be heard.
+listening to: end by pearl jam
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BUILDING A FAKE FUTURE, IN HOPES THAT THE REAL FUTURE WILL SHOW UP TO MATE WITH IT
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- Li Xi
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
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