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inside of the abdomen, the gut wrenches. for the doubt of ones close brings pain stretching across the tracks to an oblivious future. i dont want to do something for them. i dont want anytihng but optimism. right now, i sit in an awkward situation. i sit waiting, as all face forward, ready to pounce the new prey and feed on the knowledge. 1 - i DONT know what im doing yet. its fact, and its shameful im sure. 2 - i dont think i can do 4 years. believe me, i just want what i need. 3 - i have absolutly no knowledge of what im going to do. im lost. if you want to help, go ahead, but help. ::: posted by Eddie at 9:05 PM 12 its sad that we've lost touch. ::: posted by Eddie at 4:48 PM i had a post, but i am now just saying this. i quit. ::: posted by Eddie at 7:18 PM why? why do we all sit and wait for the next chance to pounce like bitches on another fucking stupid situation? why do we all feel the need to defend the stupidest shit? why do we all act like there is need for everything? its stupid, the way that this goes on and on and on. its stupid how this keeps dragging on to the point that attacks come from drawbacks and verbal abbuse is now hipocracy. everything is so fucking stupid. lets all shut the fuck up and mind our own business so that we dont all want to fucking kill everyone and once again prove that humans are a fatally stupid race. ::: posted by Eddie at 12:32 AM lets take a knife, stab her in the through, then ring it the whole way around. ::: posted by Eddie at 7:18 PM i tried to hide it in concealment, but the quiver in my voice started to show. my eyes began to become blury, and in that thought (im a dissapointment) i cant hold it back. in the car, you held me close. i couldnt stop; for in their shadows lies deceit, lies hate, and lies a facade of laughter and good times. in yours, a new found doubt has arrisen from influence.
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