Why does everything have to fall apart for me all the time. I just want things to work out.
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- ntrpe
- He never worries about the future or what he's capable of. And if he fails, he just shrugs, lowers the bar and moves on to lesser things. Because ambition is his venom; it's the wind nowhere near his wings. They call him a loser, a sinner, a liar. They call him a stoner, a failure, a fuckup. But he hardly notices for he doesn’t care about the opinions of others who may be near. But they carry on and he carries on too, doing whatever’s clever to get the day through. And he has more smiles and he has more laughs than every great thinker, professor or dumbass. He enjoys it all and raises his drink to you: “A toast. Here’s hoping you get the day through.”
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