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i took this photo, but i in no way can take credit for the beauty captured.
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there are some nights that i just go a little crazy. i don’t feel like i can tell my head from my ass, i cannot explain a single that thing that is going on. maybe some kind of shallow description can be obtained, but the root cause to the effects of my current enviroment are really beyond me, on nights like these.
as i sit around the campfire, i think of lessons relearned. not only my own mistakes, fire that i passed through myself- but the embers that left scars on those who came before me. mistakes doomed to be repeated, mistakes that make you close your eyes because the memory is too shameful. our mistakes do not need to define us. but do not move on too quickly, lest you forget what there is to be learned.
finally, i think about friends. not just people who cut you slack (lord knows i have those) but people who kick you in your ass when you’re a douchebag. here’s to those people- may i never drive you away completely.
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probably why i enjoy his writing so much…
I really try and be friendly. I’m scared to write. Anything honest, in fear of scaring anyone off. I know just write, stream of thought always works for me. Then my OCD takes over and starts checking grammar. Then I read back on what I wrote….” Ooo maybe I should rephrase that, that is a little harsh.”
