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Alright update time again. College is going well for the most part and classes are looking up. Taking sculpting now, so I'll be posting some of my art here soon along with regular updates with prose and poems. I've found that I like working with my hands, makes me feel a lot more productive.

Dark Hart Press is the publisher that I'm trying to get with, just incase any of you have been following my quest for a published work. I would like to seend out a special thanks to my friend [link] who has already been an amazing help to me.

My first tattoo is coming along well, got the outline ready to go and now all I need is to find some spare cash for it. Not easy to do when you live on a college budget but I'll find a way.

Birthday is going to be an interesting affair. All six of my friends have something planned for me that I just know is going to put me back into therapy. Still can't get any of the them to crack too so its going to be a hard one to see coming. Can't wait .

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How can I decide what's right
When you're clouding up my mind?
I can't win your losing fight
All the time.

Not gonna ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
But you won't take away my pride.
No, not this time.
Not this time.

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood.
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are,
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own.
(I'm screaming, "I love you so.")
On my own.
(My thoughts you can't decode)

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know.

Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.
Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools
Of ourselves.

Yeah.Yeah.

How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well, yeah, yeah.
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well.
I think I know.
I think I know.

There is something I see in you.
It might kill me.
I want it to be true.
(Paramore, "Decode")