Januray 2007- January 2008
"In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play."
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Wondering Aimlessly…
The first nine years was pure. It was surreal. Then you hit the age or reason. You know what it is? It got too loud. People began yelling in your ears. What to believe, what to think, how to think, basically how to live your life. Nothing made sense. I could not hear my own voice. So I got out.
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