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			 Illusionary 
			
			
			
			
				
			
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		 truly felt and truly seen 
		
		
		
		
		
			what I say and what I mean can you read the lines between and is your life so squeaky clean see another thru thier eyes then attempt to sympathize if all we do is critisize that could lead to our demize 
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	Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha  | 
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			 Psycho 
			
			
			
			
				
			
			Location: the western part of new york 
				
				
				
				
				
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		 awww you love me 
		
		
		
		
		
			bitch please blow me do you realize you don't even know me you think i don't see that you're thinkin of joey? i truly can't believe that i stuck it up in you after all the bullshit that you put me through and on my birthday none the less after you were rubbin me off with your chest i can't believe you had the nerve to whisper in my ear those 3 little words seriously now what were you thinkin was it the weed you were smokin the beer you were drinkin you really freaked me out so i had to say goodbye you know i laughed to myself knowin that wasn't a tear in your eye 
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	"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden  | 
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			 Thats MR. Muffin Face now 
			
			
			
			
				
			
			Location: Everywhere work sends me 
				
				
				
				
				
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		 wow, that was a twist.. 
		
		
		
		
		
			
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	"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?" -- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death  | 
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