Wednesday 22 August 2012

Freedom

If there was a way to make money off every single promise to myself ive broken, millions of promises, all excactly the same fucking promise, everytime in a different style, way and even sometimes to people who i really love. All im left with is a broken heart and life. Self inflicted? Maybe? Maybe not? I think i need something to believe in, something real cause its so fucking confusing to fit into a world where nothing makes sense, nothing is real, an absolutely nothing makes sense, everything just moves into an unknown direction and most of the fucking time its not even in my control, its my choice but is it really?
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