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-NEVER TAKE FRIENDSHIP PERSONAL
also a song by anberlin which might be quoted in this text....

or maybe we'll simply start with the whole lyrics first:
"Never Take Friendship Personal"

There's a hatchet got a knife
When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
But dreams are so intoxicating, (intoxicating)
When you're doing this alone
Gun, rope, brick on the way
But words have no meaning when its you that says
I really do care, no baby I, I really do care!

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Once a skeptic, now the critic
And you think that you finally found a place of your own.
Amongst the cold and timid souls
Where only failure knows your name

Look around for the closest to blame
But look no further than the hands beneath your arms
and now your 6 feet down, buried with,
with your passing fame fame fame fame.

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Oh, oh, oh, you lie
Tell me something more than what you tried to hide
If you can't find yourself, then how can I expect to find you.
Oh, oh, oh, you cry
Tell me something more than what you try
The greatest tragedy is not your death
But a life without reason, your life has no purpose
Your life has no reason, your life has no purpose

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?
In a sense gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can't hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

The story begins on a tuesday morning, pretty alike this one, actually. The wind was blowing
rougly at the shipyard and we both knew the previous night it was going to be a rough day...
Though the sun appeared sometime during the day, it was born to be a rough day!
As I might have stated previously one of my firm beliefs is that love is metaphysical gravity and also as I have quoted Nikolas Tezla with:“If you want to understand
the universe, think in terms
of energy, frequency, and
vibration.”
So, these are highly likely to be matched together, right?
I'm going to make a mathematical formula of this and test it sometime, but there's a time to be intelligent, and there is time when you're supposed to tell a story.
So, we've been through our battles Decent Horngrim and I, but i knew that this time it's different.
I decided to face IT head on, when i realized IT was actually talking to me again.
I asked him what IT had been up to lately?I told the word on the streets was that IT had been hanging around with someone looking like a replica of me.
And if it was true?
Decent Horngrim denied it all and started talking about drawing IT's blood the previous night for the first time in IT's life.
Shocked by all the detailed truths and lost in translation I simply couldn't stumble around any of my petty problems any more. The road to hell had finally revealed IT's face to me again.
You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, but i started to sing, so I'm sure the whole shipyard could hear my voice.

“If you can't find yourself, how can I expect to find you?”

So i started thinking about gifts...I know it's stupid, but if you throw out gifts out in the open space something will surely come back?
And there it was when I came back, like lightning from blue sky, and I opened up.
HORNGRIM?
IT took a hike, not literally, but i forced IT out the door for a while.
Through the last shocks, nothing could surprise me or shock me anymore, or at least so I thought...
Standing on the ground with nothing but a shoebox in my hands I was nothing more than a zero written on paperthin mache.
With absolutely nothing to lose I took IT in my own hands, and IT got out of control again. Horngrim had done it again and I'm completely lost.

To be continued...



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