NOT BORN TO FOLLOW
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16.12.09

Yeah, it’s weird. There’s an idea about who I am that’s eternally projected onto me, and then I almost feel like I have to fulfill that role. Even when things come out of my mouth, I want to be sure I’m saying exactly what I mean. All I’m thinking of is the fact that everything that I say is going to be criticized—not criticized, just evaluated and analyzed. And it’s always something that matters so much to me that doesn’t come out right. But in terms of how my life has changed, I never really went out a whole lot before. I’m sort of an in-my-head kind of person. I wish I could take more walks. .
30.8.09

I think I'm drowning, asphyxiated I wanna break this spell that you've created you're something beautiful a contradiction I wanna play the game I want the friction you will be the death of me bury it, I won't let you bury it, I won't let you smother it, I won't let you murder it Our time is running out, Our time is running out,You can't push it underground You can't stop it screaming out I wanted freedom, Bound and restricted. I tried to give you up But I'm addicted Now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation You'd never dream of breaking this fixation.
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