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The Outlaw Torn.

I have lived my life without putting down roots for a reason, everyone I care about goes away in the end and too many people in my life have taken advantage of me to ever be trusting, it's so much easier to be looking out for number one.. but there's one small problem with that logic right now.. in my life I, myself am No longer the number one priority there is something and someone who comes first above all, and as easy as it is to walk away, it's my only physical reflex to stand and fight for what I belive in.. because as a man that's all i have left, everything else has been stripped from my Bones... i have and will walk away from most of the people and things in my life, freinds, lovers etc. it's not the first time and there has been a pattern to my entire life.. and the people i am closest to are millions of miles away.. it shouldn't be that way... but there's a reason i have chosen the nomadic lifestyle... there's a reason i choose to stand apart and be an outlaw, there is a reason that my closest companion is a 20 year old leather jacket that's been torn to shreds.. I stand because I have to, I won't go Down... You'll have to kill me to accomplish that.

Current Mood: Depressed.
Current Music: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Simple Man
When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.

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