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“Feeling that it’s goneCan’t change your mindIf we can’t go on to survive the tideLove divides”Daughtry Ft. Lzzy Hale – Separate Ways [Worlds Apart] [Journey Cover] This post is an off-the-cuff idea that hit me last night after finishing all my WoW duties. I happened to check out Twitter quickly, saw some new stuff from…
“Never gonna get it rightAlways running out of timeWell I don’t mindEvery time I try and speakNo one’s even listeningWell I don’t mind”Mayday Parade – I Can’t Do This Anymore I love posts like this. The raw, real, internal kind. This in a way is a call back to Dear… and while it follows the…
This post is an interesting one to write up. Mostly because I truthfully don’t know where it ultimately ends. But in my endless journey of writing about wherever my mind is this is where I find myself right now. I might question that later seeing as the idea for this has hit me in the early hours of the morning. Maybe I’ll regret it, but I doubt it. I try to not do that when I can avoid it because everything leads us somewhere and this would be no different. I guess we’ll see what happens.
The idea here is quite simple really. I tend to file things away in my head. Some would call it a box, for the purposes of this I call it a vault. It’s the place in my head where the memories are stored. The good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s all there. My thoughts in this post are if I could write a letter to myself that would arrive just prior to my starting Second Life, what would I say?
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