Subsequently

Something like faith.

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Location: Kingston, Ontario, Canada

With all the issues under the sun.

Wednesday, June 18

Grad Nite
I stapled my past to my walls
So i wouldn't forget
Who i am
Who i will be
Where i come from

I stapled my past to my walls
Broken hearts
Forgotten lovers
People who ever meant something to me
And changed me at all

I staple my past to my walls
So I don't get scared
So i KNOW that i am someone -
Concrete, grounded in things beyond myself
So i don't blow away with my future
Into the gray skies of oblivion.


I feel like shit today. Again.

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