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ja minulle jää salaisuus jota en kertonut kenellekään

Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

olen ihan tosissani ollut valveilla (lukuunottamatta kahta säälittävää torkahtamista) 35 tuntia. siksi tuntui hyvältä idealta postata kuva bobista ilman paitaa. ja koska täällä olo alkaa tuntua aika pitkälti samalta kuin kuvassa näyttää. hmm.

and i think it's gonna be a long long time
till touch down brings me round again to find
i'm not the man they think i am at home
oh no no no i'm a rocket man