Step XXVI
Nostalgia
My memories are a jumbled mess. I can't ever make any sense of my past. I simultaneously exist in where I am and where I've been. Its almost like a state of transcendence. Time gets thin and stretches out past the boundaries I can perceive. So much of who you were determines who you are. Its easy to get caught up in what you are trying to be. No one can escape who they are though.
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in order for linkin park to be cool "again" implies that they were cool in the first place...
love you eugene
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