Everyone's told me,
In one way or another,
"Shoot for the moon,"
And, while I hate to disappoint
I tried. I really did.
I've been aiming for the moon, aiming with all my heart,
But I missed
I've since drifted in an endless vacuum, forever reaching out for the burning gaseous stars.
Everyone's told me,
In one way or another,
Maybe I should've kept my aim true.
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This snippet was part of a longer.... Thing that got really political but I liked this part so I edited it and put the rest in my draft dump.
I suck at chapter titles, Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead is cool and dreary.
(Photo is actually mine for once wow)
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Fleeting Concepts, Strung Together
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