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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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How bizarre.
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Streams of regret twist through my darkened soul. I see the light of
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reason permeate the translucent haze of my understanding but yet I still
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cower in the corner. Images of past defeat are the trademarks of my
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emotional compass. How many times have I wanted to go back? When did
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the resounding clamor of my promises dissipate? Why is it that I am here
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again?
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How bizarre.
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It has often been said that hindsight brings reason into a situation. But
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why is it that hindsight hounds me into turmoil? If reason exists in this
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contorted reality why can't I see it? I can feel the vibrating chords of
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regret's chorus resonate in the chamber of my heart. I can see the
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blinding images of my past as they shatter the lens of my soul. Is my
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existence a metaphor. Is a metaphor my existence?
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How bizarre.
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I see the actions which have driven me to the edge. I can nearly taste
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the tears upon my lips. Will a clinical diagnosis provide solstice? I
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doubt. Nothing more. The logical progression of ideal experiences are
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intoned in my conscienceness. But why can I not follow in the path of
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such logic? Why must I praise self-destruction like a golden calf?
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Even sleep deprives me of the escape it once provided. Dreams spit the
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cold venom of failure into the eye of sub-conscience.
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How bizarre.
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I love. I hate. I rage. Extreme emotions breathe the steady flow of
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life into the lungs of my mind. Introverted analysis paints a picture of
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mental calamity. Extroverted expressions swath the canvass of reputation
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with the dark brush of insanity, dripping with the black ink of Never
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Forget. How many visitors to the museum of my soul leave wanting a
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refund? How often are the paintings in my gallery scorned? Life is.
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Life was. Life will always be. The usher will seat you now.
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How bizarre.
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-. illusionary .-
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.- 15 apr 1997 -.
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