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a question, and an answer

supersonic

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so lately in my daily ramblings upon the paper scheme I have been bumbling around the thoughts of delving deep into my apathy, and although I'm pretty much knee deep in the indifferent piles of shit I feel as of now, I wrote my self an answer to a poem I told myself. The answers cheesy, but isn't it always. Heres the question.
It was going well, until he got angry admist the millions of senseless idiots in the world.
One day he just got sick of everything everyone had taught him every rule that anyone had ever stated, every fucking belief or idea commercial political, industry, everything.
He stopped caring about happiness, sadness anger, any emotion, he didn't care about stupid physical acts or mental thoughts, he flew into the vastness that apathy had to offer and he fucking loved every minute of it.
I'm done, done with every fucking care,
Oh so done.
I don't care anymore.
And here's my answer.
The mountian always looks higher from the ground.
So, sometimes you sit down in front of a few beers, and listen to stories.
And these stories remind us, and teach us and make us remember what we had lost.
And we remember about people, and ask what became of everyone I used to know?
Why did they turn and shoot me while my back was turned, why am I still behaving unhealthy.
And you sit and you learn and you understand life, and yourself, and the feelings of everyone who has lived a "life"
and if only one realized that the other felt just as horrible inside, then all would come together to destroy this veil of apathy and roll without drugs in empathy and feel that the hole thats inside is in us all.
That the bridges they cross are equally long.
That the tune they sing is always the same song.
That in the end it will make them strong, and they will be able to get along.
 
Wish my conversations with myself were half as productive as yours...
 
as i sit pensively in my room scared of the anger outside of my door time and time over all my insides are being tore appart leaving me emotionless. day in and out i think im the only one sitting infront of a mountain of beer cans and a old worn in bong to drink it down faster. i realize now there is another and maybe more. reading your thought i realize it is a lesson to be learned and to be dealt with. i came across this bluelight thing from a friend this is my first time on it actually my first time writting someone on the internet outside of my e mail, this just touched me and i thought i would let you know my thoughts in respect to yours.
 
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