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everything means nothing
I can write, a poem or a lyric, or an online diary, people come and they read it, they relate to it, why? because they want to try and understand me? is it because they want someone to think oh well at first I thought something but turns out someone else did before me? no, no one really did. it just so happens that alot of people tend to think they thought of it, but they thrive off of peoples ideas like mine, people have tried stealing my poetry, I mean goddamn it man, how low do you have to sink to steal another person's poem? that's their feelings. their ideas. but people maybe able to take the words off of my pages or whatever, I'm not saying I won't have a problem, but I mean you have to realize, the way you think is nowhere as deranged as mine. no one's is. that's why no one can fully relate to me or my poetry. just certain parts. but that's just it. sometimes it pays to be smart, sometimes it doesn't, I'm glad I've chosen to be smart, and be able to think for myself. I've done shit in my life I"m not too proud of, but the mistakes I've made, made me a better person, and made me learn more. I stopped caring about my life, my childhood, my girlfriends that cheat on me when I date them, the ones that lie to and use me, I don't care really wether at the end of tomorrow or the end of the week, or the end of next month or the year, I'll die, I stopped caring. if someone were to tell me the exact day I were to die, I'd go on living my life the same way I have been. if my band wound up staying the same way it is, that's alright I guess, but I mean, I would like for it to go somewhere, but I"m sick of people coming and going and just telling me oh yeah I"m serious...yeah but to what extent? I dont' want people fucking trying to steal my poetry, because freedoms come with a limit. and taking my poetry is not covered by freedom. no money can buy it off of me either.