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There's no combination of wordsI could put on the back of a postcardNo song that I could singBut I can try for your heartOur dreams, and they are made out of real thingsLike a, shoebox of photographsWith sepiatone lovingLove is the answer,At least for most of the questions in my heart Like why are we here? And where do we go?And how come it's so hard?_______________________________________________________ __________i guess ____________________________________________________________ ____homeless (maybe wannabe) philosopher spiritual meditator natural pleasures fiend cool girl,sometimes ____________________________________________________________ ____adventures, 4am socrates hallucinations(?), hours(whatever the fuck time is) looking around rooms at nothing, fuck drug abusers, lovelife, 'amber' =guaranted happy highw/o chemicals or anysubstance idiots, middle school new crushes on boys(a grade younger than me),haha, ____________________________________________________________ ____ignorance kills my brain cause im too ignorant to talk through other peoples ignorance nif you want you can shutthe fuck upand say its not good nor bad, its just uhhhhhhhhhh-aisha NOISE-______________________________________________________ __________sounds are sublime, and humans intrigue me- i guess i dont really know anything but its fun realizing i have hours long conversations all the same arguing and debating or whateverit is over what seem suc=h fuckin important shit, and ultimately towrads theend of the talks whoever im with and i end up lost annd contradict every word said.that goes w/my life as well.okay i cant really say anything after that last comment then so