I want to just run. Run until I can't run anymore and until there's no where to run too. That's all. Just run.
Lost. Yup I'm lost.
Things that I am: Lost, confused, frustrated, angry, scared.......getting there.
Why did I leave? Why did I come?
I can't write. I can't find myself. Such a strange notion. I mean I'm right here. I am me. Well not according to Buddhists; there is no I. What we call 'I' is beginningless and endless. We're all recycled and should therefore try to stop this cycle of 'life' so we can finally be at peace. But I, yes I, don't know if this is the truth. I don't entirely believe this theory.
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium, I am titanium!
Lost. Yup I'm lost.
Things that I am: Lost, confused, frustrated, angry, scared.......getting there.
Why did I leave? Why did I come?
I can't write. I can't find myself. Such a strange notion. I mean I'm right here. I am me. Well not according to Buddhists; there is no I. What we call 'I' is beginningless and endless. We're all recycled and should therefore try to stop this cycle of 'life' so we can finally be at peace. But I, yes I, don't know if this is the truth. I don't entirely believe this theory.
You shoot me down but I won't fall, I am titanium, I am titanium!
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