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i see myself as a windsock. not really going in any set direction ... constantly blowing in the wind, but still tied down. ive stopped worring about what person i want to be and started worring about the person i am i was 8 hours away from the beach and then i realized ... i miss it. sometimes i see my actions reflecting those of my fathers ... and that scares me ... because im so much like him. im always disappointed when i spend a while thinkinga bout something that actually matters to me and when i try to explain it or share it with someone else i can tell how little they care i hate that.
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