Nothing can stop us

I can feel you dreamin' of me

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Location: Detroit, Michigan, United States

I never much liked the flaps over zippers, needles, ovens, lawn mowers, or swimming. I love my Les Paul, and every song I've written with or without it.

30 December 2008

I can't fucking put this shit into words. FUCK, I can't fucking do it. Ok? I give up. Alright? I can't deal with any of this shit anymore. Passivepassivepassivepatientlywaitingbullshitwhatthefuck. You may as well take my shit and throw it out the window and take me to the sealed tight rooms as white as fucking paper. Dear god, I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it. I'm so lost and defeated. I'm so broken. I can't do this anymore.

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