It's
always like this, more than often I find myself slowly picking up the
broken pieces, just when I thought I am getting better.. A crack opens,
crumbling like freshly made pastries.. Why do things have to be
complicated? I thought I was all fucked up from way back, turned out it
was wayyy fucked up wayyy back.
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The
pursuit of happiness is a lifelong journey of getting forever busy
mending yourself, righting the wrongs. There is too big of a room for
improvements anyway.
I'm bullet proof, nothing to lose. Fire away, fire away..
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