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[03 Dec 2008|01:50am] |
With these keys I can bring a mother to her knees, a father to his grave and a little brother to alcoholism With these keys I can aid in safely bringing a child to life, with these keys I can show that child the world With these keys I can find a home for my soul and find life in the lifeless concrete
With these keys I can dissect your heart though my pounding, screeching thought, I can extract those tears with micro chips. With these keys I can save a thousand lives in under 8 hours or twist human beings existence into a sick joke With these keys I can aid in spreading the knowledge humans can gain from breathing.
With these keys I can create an alternate plane, with these keys your neurons will dance and explode. With these keys I can pull and manipulate your mood, your emotions and your conscious state of being. With these notes I can tell the story of a thousand cultures, generations, situations and historic opinions.
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[15 Oct 2008|12:41pm] |
I still have this and sometime i just like to look at how absolutely ridiculous i have acted in the past. its my form of self loathing. its my way of remembering i have to regret certain things.
I wonder what that means?
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