Deep Thoughts and Poetry
Some one once called me their North Star. I guess i was hoping I could be that again...be someone's stability, be someone's brightest light in a sky full of stars.
But you can only see the North Star at night, so maybe it's n0t dark enough for me to shine. ....

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I still shine, don't I?
I still laugh, I still cry, I still smoke cigarettes.
I burn. I burn with light.
And I feel

I feel that I'm bottling it up, hiding it under a bushell.

I'm a slave wearing a white collar and a tie.
My job is my prison cell.
I answer questions to help people understand more clearly the root of all evil.
I help people understand money. Money for God's sakes! Money. I don't even care about the stuff.
Here I am working this retarded job that has everything to do with the one thing I can never have enough of. And since I can never have enough of it, I have convinced myself that I don't need all the money to buy the shit that everyone else has to appear "normal" or "functioning well in society". I feel like such a misfit in this world. I don't even know why I answer the phone anymore at work.

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Sorry that was a little bit overly dramatic. But really....THINK ABOUT IT!!!!!!