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11-06-2011, 08:36 PM
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Looking back on life
So, I was thinking, when we look back on life and miss all the memories and the "good times" are we really missing these old times because they were better, or because we wish we could go back to those memories knowing what we know now?
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"Pardon me, I wanna live in a fantasy" "I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on" It seems like everybody is moving forward. As if there is some final goal they can achieve and get to. I don't get it though. When I look around, it seems like I'm already there, and there is nothing left to do. "You think you're so clever and classless and free, but you're still ****ing peasants as far as I can see." I wish I could take just one hour of what I experience out in nature, wrap it in a box, put a bow on it, and start handing out to people Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land I know I was born and I know that I'll die; The in between is mine." 
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