"I'M A STOCKED STOREFRONT OPEN FOR BUSINESS, BUT YOUR WALLET IS EMPTY, AND I KNOW YOU'RE WELL PAID. NOW I'M BACK AGAIN, ALONE AND GRINNING - FOR NO ONE WILL I SELL OUT" i am this, but not that. you could call me a stationary vagabond, but you'd only be looking into your own psyche. leave me alone and to myself, and you will see nothing but ramblings from a quiet voice. associate yourself with my person, and you will see loneliness unbound. what makes me real, is what i lack. i am one of those individuals who goes un-heard, un-noticed, and un-accepted. who am i? no one famous, infamous, treacherous, or collected. "ALL I WANT IS EVERYTHING." upon personal reflection, i would suggest that i'm typically a calm, easily forgettable person who enjoys all he can... which is often the absence of neccessity. nothingness. "I'VE LEFT PIECES OF MY HEART HERE AND THERE... AND NOW THERE'S BARELY ENOUGH TO STAY ALIVE."
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