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Its funny the way this works. Life has a way of working so that when you stare straight at it it appears infinitely confusing, but when viewed from the rear view mirror it appears perfectly clear. Good memories get lost, friends fade and people in the end only think about themselves. In a daze staring straight at this blur of a picture the only word that comes to mind is “why.” Things are so twisted and screwed up. Is it supposed to be this way? Am I supposed to feel like this? Why the hell do I even care? Such a daze. Regardless, life goes and goes, and this time will soon fade into a tiny crystal clear image in my rear view mirror. One quick glance at that is all I need, and then I’ll be content with never looking back again.

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perfect body, ugh.

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