there are only so many hours in the day, touche
michael buble
and i've only got so many more breaths in me, boopy
doopy
i keep doing
and then learning
i can't seem to do both at the same time
life is like (yes, cliche but true) a roller coaster
sometimes i'm flyin having too much sun
sometimes i'm better off viewing from the ground
like a faun too beautiful for its own comprehension
the meaning of my life defiantly defies explication, and even as soon as i think i get it... it's gone
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