I liked Reality better when it was a dream.

I think that I will turn around and notice the wind blowing tops of trees. I'll see the way the world begins to need color everywhere. And I'll realize how small I really am. And then I'll spin right back around. And say, "Nick, why are you such a prick?
Why can't you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality? Your world is what you made it. And I don't want a part of it."

I'm through being cool.
Jul 27
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“ No it’s not love
Though feels like fire inside of your veins
Burning right beneath the wrist
Begging for a razor’s kiss
To free it from your skin
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I said I quit. I didn’t, well, I did for a while. I have some good days, but when I have my bad days, my mind surely slips and all of the sudden I’m the same me I was before my “accident.”

Today is a bad day.

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