this coincidence could cost me my life.
I hate myself sometimes.
and those times, those times look like my life does now.
THE LOCAL MUSIC SCENE
and my friends.
this is why I am still alive.
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There is a dream, somewhere lost within the din of cynics and second-page lovers frolicking in the fields of overgrown weeds. There is an idea with that dream, and inspirations that shall overcome all – and one day, produce more imagination than ever believed from anybody who ever looked this way.
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- I am but a face in the crowd, a word on a page, a book on a shelf. I haven't got much to say, but I'll keep talking myself in circles anyway. One day, my words will cease -- that day, so will I.
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