Sunday, May 10, 2009

Get Out

Every instinct of self-preservation in me tells me to go. Pack up and leave them. Don’t leave a note, don’t tell them where your going. Stand back and let them destroy themselves.Save yourself. Live off yourself, for yourself. Happiness is only real when shared, so is pain. A tree falls in the middle of a forest and no one is around to hear it.

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