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everything, everything, In my mind

everything happens for a reason. We need to find out what that reason is. you can't fix anything until you fix what's already been broken.

everything that is happening to you is all caused by things you've already done. the reason: trying to be just like him. you did what he did when we lived in the south side. your doing it because you want him to be proud of you, to love you; and in away, you also did it because he didn't love you. Because he thought you were useless.
you are not.

I always wondered why we are so different when we all grew up together. Maybe because the way we each perceive the world is different; the way we choose to cope is unique to that. THAT is something that is formed. We are the way we are, and the way our brain and soul perceive is the way we react in our worlds.

We are each a time portal. Since we are walking it we can't really see where we are going. We need to see outside the box; in some else's shoes; from the outside in.

We are all the same:
I and we are all separate:
Me, you, we
all go down the same paths but in unique situations. I'm older than you but that doesn't mean that we are not equal. {Even the president has to stand alone naked.} The difference is just time. This is when you can be yourself. It's just your self
and my self.
Be true to my self by not lying about yours. You can only isolate yourself. That is what makes you lonely. The 'woe is me' syndrome.

You dig your own holes. That's what your tripping on now. Sorry.

semi-bio-Quentin backwards. Person one life through the learning moment in person two life.

the teenager lives in the moment. the parents live from the past.

i always knew my life would amount to something. but i guess that it doesn't always turn out like that [new section. begin montage. seventh and eight grade. wonder years]
that was before time was money. time was to waste.

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