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Portrait of the MindMy soul stings with the pain of loss; like a kalidoscope my mind is every which way at once. Thinking, remembering, forgetting everything and nothing at the same time. What can you say when you don't understand, how could you when I don't understand myself. The spiral threatens to take me closer to the abyss with each painful breath of tainted air, a pitiful resistance against the weight on my heart. My sky has gone grew and black clouds loom on the horizon every which way I look; the jagged lines of tthis pencil, moving violently across the page trying to catch my racing ind, &Portrait of the Mind
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"Do not cry for Billy... DO NOT CRY!!!"
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What is better to be broke or to remain broken?
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What is better to be broke or to remain broken?
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What is better to be broke or to remain broken?
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Q: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
A: I believe in using einsteins theory of the relativity of the world's spinning tilt on it's axis affecting the said 'wood's' center of gravity that a woodchuck could chuck near 7
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"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away."
"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."
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