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How did it feel to fail? How did it feel to feel? All of those times, we tried our very hardest, and our best was never good enough for them. Well, those days have come to and end, my friends. We no longer answer to anyone and this new life is ours to live. The end. This is the end of the way we used to live. The end. The end. This is the death of the days that we were better off dead. No more second guessing. No more fucking patience. No more self-doubt. No more inhibitions. Adapt. Outlast. Adapt. Outlast. At Last. The end.
Modern Life Is War - Late Bloomers