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war is ridiculous. so ridiculous that when rewritten backwards, it reads 'raw.' wounds are incredibly raw after you realize how much emotion fucks things up. some days are good. some days not so good. watching movies certainly doesn't make things easier. not having every channel readily available to you was sign. now that you've paid your bill and upgraded, the cable company decided to up your viewing options. so after a long day at work, you sit and drown yourself in fiction

you want to make an impression, a good impression if you can. people are telling you things and it's beginning to take hold of your reasoning. why? perhaps because what they are saying has complete relevance to how your feeling. it's shocking when you realize that people take notice to things around you in their own unique perspective. simple. it's always so simple when you break it down to the rudimentary elements. you're not content to where you are due to the very fact th