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Life has a funny way of moving slowly enough that everything important feels monumental, but fast enough that it all disappears from one moment to the next. It's almost impossible to know how to open a new door when the room being left behind is so comfortable. I wish I could word the pain. I wonder what I'm writing for. Love is beautifully painful. I have nothing left to blame and yet everything has it's place in this. Time is moving forward at a pace I am not ready for, I don't want a conclusion, I'd rather just turn and avoid it. Let the play play, let the choir sing, let the ball roll. I don't want to make decisions. I don't want a part of this. I'm just a child, I want to use my heart, not my brain.

All I used to dream about was going home, but now I don't know what that is.

Where we're going, we're going to need a light.

Life has a funny way of moving slowly enough that everything important feels monumental, but fast enough that it all disappears from one moment to the next. It's almost impossible to know how to open a new door when the room being left behind is so comfortable. I wish I could word the pain. I wonder what I'm writing for. Love is beautifully painful. I have nothing left to blame and yet everything has it's place in this. Time is moving forward at a pace I am not ready for, I don't want a conclusion, I'd rather just turn and avoid it. Let the play play, let the choir sing, let the ball roll. I don't want to make decisions. I don't want a part of this. I'm just a child, I want to use my heart, not my brain. All I used to dream about was going home, but now I don't know what that is. Where we're going, we're going to need a light.

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You’re going to need a very good light indeed.

I made the leap, the hardest part is deciding to do it, everything else is just work. It’s rewarding in a way I have a hard time describing, but time slows back down, the pressure removed, time for little things whimsical have returned to me.

[–] • 1 pt

You haven't said anything, you fucking burk. Read your own post, if you're not a bot. It's meaningless. There is not one specific statement about one specific thing. Fuck you for wasting everyone's time.

[–] • 0 pt

I dunno man I was fucking drunk, alone and shit. Why you gotta get so wound up over bullshit? I was just typing shit into the computer without a coherent thought. And anyway reading it back fucking, I dunno, yeah it's all over the place, but you ever heard of poetry? It's for fags and it makes zero sense, it's practically meaningless without any specific statement, but it exists and some people can relate to at least a part of it.

What's with the anti dude relax, fucking, bot yourself.

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It reminds me of reddit. There was a sub called: ''I'm 14 and this is deep''. You would find a lot of those empty pumps there.