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Just been sat here over-thinking away about the future.
I have this fear of getting old without pursuing my dreams.
I think that would mean ultimate sadness for me. Having an old school friend ask me “What do you do now?” and feeling nothing but shame in my reply.
I need to begin practising what I preach.
I guess dreams are just dreams if you don’t make them a reality.
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You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ‘til it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other ‘til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Real love isn’t brains, children. It’s blood. It’s blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.
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