So I was outside recently, swinging lazily on our battered swingset out back - because that swingset is my favorite place to dream, so I spend a good bit of time out there - and I was thinking about love and lust and my longing for the first and penchant for the second and whatnot.. but this is about to get put on hold because FUCK.
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I didn't feel like finishing this. It wouldn't accomplish anything.
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Where those dreams go.
Make yourself (BELIEVE).
I know it hurts. But it's life, and it's real. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's life, and it's pretty much all we got.
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