Sometimes you lose sight of how things were when you were a child. Time and experience has a way of tarnishing any sort of innocence or purity we may have ever had. We get so far away from whom we are that one must wonder, "What if instead of seeing our faces in the mirror, what if instead, we see our very soul?"
Would we...
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unaffected:
hello? 
so let me start out by saying that my desk is riddled with folded up pieces of paper. throughout the day, as the mood strikes me, or the inspiration, i write little stories, poems, essays, words of wisdom, or what have you...and so now i sit, drinking white russians, (and by the way, i make a fucking killer white russian), opening some of these little...
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"Nutshell"
Alice In Chains
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
Oooh...oooh...
Oooh...oooh...
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my...
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