Why does all dubstep sound the same?

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FML! I HATE IT!

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  • #my neko #neko #kitty #cat #cute #kawaii #dirty #walk #cloud
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  • #sushi #yummy #food #my photo
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  • #black moral #beautiful #love it #the gazette #fashion #clothing
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  • #want #clothing #かわいい #Alice nine #the gazette #black moral
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  • #Koujaku #aoba #dmmd #kawaii #cute
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I love being called “ungrateful”.

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I will never put my icon as myself because I’m not a coincided ass hole. I don’t even like taking pictures of myself…

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Came home fell asleep for two minutes got yelled at for sleeping in… I feel so sleep deprived… I’m just really tired and wish I could sleep forever and never wake up…

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And now.. It’s happened… An anime about homos playing volleyball. It’s evolving.

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Surrounded by people who say that rhyme about stick and stones. As if broken bones hurt more than the names we were called, we got called them all. So we grew up believing that nobody would ever fall in love with us. That we would be lonely forever and we would never meet someone who made us feel like the sun was something that was built for us in the tool shed. So, broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing, don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone. That an ingrown life is something a surgeon can cut away that’s there’s no way for it to metastasize. She was eight years old our first day of grade three school when she got called ‘ugly’. We both got moved to the back of the class so we wouldn’t be bombarded by spit balls but the school halls were a battle ground and we found ourselves out numbered day after retched day. We use to stay inside for recess because outside was worse. Outside we would have to rehearse running away and having to stay still like statutes like there was no clue we were there. Grade five they taped a sign to her desk that read ‘beware of dog’. Till this day despite a loving husband she doesn’t think she beautiful because of a birth mark that’s takes a little more than half her face. Kids use to say that she looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase but couldn’t quite get the job done and they will never understand that she’s raising two kids whose definition of beauty begins with the word ‘mom’. Not because they see her skin but her heart and she has only ever been amazing. He was a broken branch graphed onto a different family tree, adopted. Not because his parents opted for a different destiny, he was three when he became a mix drink one part left alone and two parts tragedy. Started therapy in eighth grade had a personality made up tests and pills lived like the up hills were mountains and the down hills were cliffs gifts for suicidal waves of antidepressants and an adolescents recalled ‘proper’. One part because of the pills ninety-nine parts because of the cruelty. He tried to kill himself in grade ten and the kid that still could go home to mom and dad had the audacity to tell him, ‘get over it’. As of depression is something that can be remedy by any of the contents found in a first aid kit. Till this day he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends could describe in detail how the blue sky bends and the moment before it’s about to fall. And despite and army of friends who all call him an inspiration he remains a conversation piece between people who can’t understand. Sometimes being drug free has less to do about addiction and more to do with sanity. We weren’t the only kids that grew up this way. Till this day kids are still being called names, in class it’s ‘stupid’, ‘hey spaz’, seems like every school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year and if a kid breaks in school and no one chooses to hear do they make a sound? Are they just background noise from a soundtrack stuck on repeat? And people say things like ‘kids can be cruel’. Every school was a big top circus tent and the pecking order went from acrobats, to lion tamers, to clowns, to carnies, all of these miles ahead of who we were, we were freaks lobster claw boys , breaded ladies oddities juggling into depression, loneliness playing solitaire trying to spin the bottle trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal but at night while the others slept we kept walking the tight rope and practicing. Yes, some of us fell but I want to tell them all of this is just a breeze. Like when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought what we use to be and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself GET A BETTER MIRROR, LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER, STARE A LITTLE LONGER because there’s something inside you that made you try despite all the people that told you to quit. You a built a cast around your broken heart and signed it. THEY WERE WRONG. Because maybe you didn’t belong to a group, or click, maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything; maybe you use to bring home bruises and broken teeth to show and tell, but never told because how could you hold your ground if everyone around wants to bury you beneath it? YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE THAT THEY WERE WRONG, they have to be wrong. Why else would we still be here? We grew up learning to cheer the under dog because we saw ourselves in them we steam from the root planted to believe that we are not what we are called. We are not an abandoned car stalled out empty on some highway and in some way we are don’t worry, we only got to walk and get gas we are graduated members from the class we made it. Not the faded echoes of voices crying out names that will never hurt me, of course they did, but our lives will always only continue to be a balancing act less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

Till This Day
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done

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I fucking hate who you’ve become. You bitch about alcohol and your life but then you turn around and do what you hate to please others. Your fake and you can’t even explain for your reasoning. Why am I the one that has to sit back and hold my tongue when I call you out on it?

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