He thinks he knows. He thinks he cares. Caring is about the little things. Where are they? The little things? What are they? Are they real? Are they perceived? Perception is fleeting.
Perception is fleeting.
It really is. It is dangerous. It just might have consumed (him) today. He is not just sad. He is disappointed... in himself. He feels like he never knew. Like he never knew. How do fix a legacy? How do you know what is right? Perception knows nothing.
It is time for pain. The real and obvious.
Perception in fleeting.
He wishes, often, that he could teach the world to sing. Will he learn? Will he know? How sad he feels........ so sad. So fucjkin; sad.
fuck him. i hop ehe learns.
i hope he learns.
he is sorry for everything. but sorry is often not enough.
sor-HE bastard.
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