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3/31/2008
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Run boy Run..
Somedays I just wanna up and call it quits, I am surrounded by this wall of bricks. My life is like one big ball of shit. If I could just put it all in a ball of spit instead of trying swallow it all as one. I do not see a way out or an escape from all this bullshit and it is fuckin driving me into a fit. Instead of staring at this wall with writers block that fills me and never lets me get free and just let go. I do not wanna see one more of my alcoholic fits nor go through all of this damn stuff anymore. I wonder if it is too late to finally see , whoever finds me is gonna be surprised to know that I have talent and promise and am not just a loser as I often appear. I write and write and it's not good enough so I crumple it up and try again. I am gonna write and write till I get it right, I feel like my life is surrounded by barbed wire and nothing can help me to get over that fence. Fuck this shit, I am gonna win this race and then come back and throw it in the world's face. I see hope, I have motivation if I can just live and stop all this damn complaining.
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