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Wednesday, October 15
It just felt wrong. The words her eyes fell upon were written in a tone that was far from the attitude she adorned. The convictions as they appeared seemed so foreign - her heart could not match up with the passion her mind seemed to exhibit. The prestige was but a temporal delusional desire. It was fit only for the undeservingly blessed and embraced only be the intellectual and egocentric. It was a world too utopian to be real, and too fiercely competitive for her to ever realistically visualise herself competing in. It required blinded over confidence in her own giftings, a trait she never saw herself possessing. She knew that her heart was always elsewhere; she failed to understand why she ever craved to be part of a place she knew was meant to be nothing more than a fading beauty on the sketchpad of her mind.
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i feel stupid but its something that comes and goes:i've been changing think its
funny how no one knows:we dont talk about the little things that we do
without:when that whole mad season comes around || and you've been so busy lately that you haven't found the
time to open up your mind and watch the world spinning gently out of time leather pigskins click click amanda beks lock ghim morgan brian huilin ian vinz klem kwek dehan jimmy winston |