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Friday, February 6, 2009
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lullabye ? more like, ALIBIES.



You have been knocked down. But you feel like you’re the first. Like no one else has been here. As if yours is the only bubble that burst. You feel confused and tormented. Like no matter what you try, you are forever cursed.
But even though you’re still at the bottom. It’s still for success in which you
thirst. You try every idea you can that’s short and terse.
You go through your playbook. And follow it verse by verse. But your failures consume you. And you soon become immersed. Blaming those around you each time you converse. Leaving those before you with the feeling that they should disperse.
As they shout the ominous warnings. For everything you can imagine. There is always something worse.