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I wanna believe I can just... be normal.
But this pattern I'm caught in keeps pulling me back like quicksand.
It's like the harder I push it the worse it blows up. |
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| You realise that's exactly how quicksand works right |
| Gods, you sound just like me... I keep trying that because I never learn from my own mistakes |
| → | Trying to force it will just kill you a different way |
| You're talking to the wrong person about "normal" |
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| You don't get it, I had this once! |
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| → | When? |
| Did you really? |
| It's kind of nice that you actually believe that |
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You know, before the war, before the Aveans, before the Earth was...
I dunno. I remember the kind of guy I was back then, and I think I liked him better.
Now I look at what I'm doing with myself, I can barely recognise him.
And I swear to God, the way people look at me now, it's like they know.
Painted on my face, I guess. |
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| → | You can't control how people look at you. |
| You can only just switch one mask for another |
| It all goes down the same road in the end |
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Well... they're polite about it, I guess. That's nice of them. But they still treat me like I'm loaded with the safety off.
Back before, God, I was a family man, Jiro!
I knew who I was.
How do I get back to that? |
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