” I am changing everything” …Like Holden Caulfield, catcher in the Rye.
“Oh I don’t want to die..”. The future that I once fret is my current present.
“All my sorrows”….were for nothing. They said 90% of our worries didn’t materialize. Yet we keep worrying. Like a plague. Dec 21st or 23rd (Mayan Calendar).
Just shop til we drop ( even right after 9/11).
The world is, a bad place, a terrible place to live (lyrics).
The hardest part is to face and live with one’s self.
Tend not to those urges ( self-sabotage and self-destruction.)
Who planted them there? Those seeds? So the Earth would be less populated?
Take me back, to my own home (Lyrics).
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