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i insist upon perfection; i despise weakness in myself. words are my weapons, my tongue my sword. i am reclusive in a blind generation and a spoiled child of capitalism. i believe in the sand beneath my toes and i'm always broke as a joke. i make angry faces as i stage conversations in my head, i deep throat every truth, and always have an unmade bed. i'm a little unconventional, a lot of inconvenient, and i've got more to me than my love tunnel and a pulse. i am now addicted to stimuli, i'm addicted to feeling but forget how it feels. i am too ardent in execution and too impatient of difficulties.
every struggle, no matter what its goal, is forced by life to make adjustments; it becomes a different struggle, serves different ends, and sometimes accomplishes the very opposite of what it set out to do. we can die if all that we have ever done is love.
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you're too young to be this empty, girl.[/size:55d59bb3ab]
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