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Taken at a friend's apartment. The writing on the wall reads, "I spent my life learning to let go. When the time comes will I remember how to hold on?"

This is the inside of America. The rope ready to pull the curtains at any time... yet the cold breeze will still blow through; we will never completely be blacked out; we never fade.

This is dedicated to one of the best friends anyone could ever have. Danielle Price died in her sleep August 2003 (I believe that's about the time), but she continues to live, as she's always with me. We told each other secrets and I still keep hers to this day and they will die with me.

There were so many things I wanted to know about her; so many things she never knew about me... but I will tell everyone who is reading this that she accepted EVERY SINGLE part of me; even the very awful parts of me which I never tell anyone about. (And as far as my friends go, don't even bother trying to cheer me up or something... I'm fine; I'm just making a point.) There are very very little people I know well enough to bare my complete soul to and she was one of those people who I felt I could, without her ever once seeing me as different in any aspect whatsoever. Some of my secrets would shock and disgust, they would controverse and repulse; America is not ready for the inside. America is not ready for anyone's insides.

We worry too much about our outsides. We worry too much about our hair, our face, our clothes, our skin, our weight, our wallets, our cars, our women, our sex, our paychecks. Me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me is not a song, it's a chant to a god and we worship ourselves.

We need to worry about the inside. The heart of a person, their passion, their drive, their love, their pain, their truths, their lies, their solitude, their misery, their happiness, their freedoms, their chains. You you you you you you you you you you you you you does not roll off of the tongue. You takes effort to say. Me is fast. You takes time. Me me me is faster than You. That's what's wrong with us all.

Taking this completely hypothetically, if your best friend came and told you one of these things, would you STILL be their friend, AND see them as the same exact person as before, never once judge them or think what they did makes them less of a person?:

Murder, rape, child molestation, physical abuse, animal torturing, stealing, cheating, lying, gossiping... I could go on all night as there are so many errs which are human and we all do horrible, nasty, filthy things but we never admit to ourselves that they're JUST AS BAD as what other people do and sometimes we even lie to ourselves and tell ourselves that it's okay for us to do it because it's us. Me me me me me just keep humming that tune and me will be just fine... but you won't.

Sorry for the long description.

Description
Taken at a friend's apartment. The writing on the wall reads, "I spent my life learning to let go. When the time comes will I remember how to hold on?"

This is the inside of America. The rope ready to pull the curtains at any time... yet the cold breeze will still blow through; we will never completely be blacked out; we never fade.

This is dedicated to one of the best friends anyone could ever have. Danielle Price died in her sleep August 2003 (I believe that's about the time), but she continues to live, as she's always with me. We told each other secrets and I still keep hers to this day and they will die with me.

There were so many things I wanted to know about her; so many things she never knew about me... but I will tell everyone who is reading this that she accepted EVERY SINGLE part of me; even the very awful parts of me which I never tell anyone about. (And as far as my friends go, don't even bother trying to cheer me up or something... I'm fine; I'm just making a point.) There are very very little people I know well enough to bare my complete soul to and she was one of those people who I felt I could, without her ever once seeing me as different in any aspect whatsoever. Some of my secrets would shock and disgust, they would controverse and repulse; America is not ready for the inside. America is not ready for anyone's insides.

We worry too much about our outsides. We worry too much about our hair, our face, our clothes, our skin, our weight, our wallets, our cars, our women, our sex, our paychecks. Me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me is not a song, it's a chant to a god and we worship ourselves.

We need to worry about the inside. The heart of a person, their passion, their drive, their love, their pain, their truths, their lies, their solitude, their misery, their happiness, their freedoms, their chains. You you you you you you you you you you you you you does not roll off of the tongue. You takes effort to say. Me is fast. You takes time. Me me me is faster than You. That's what's wrong with us all.

Taking this completely hypothetically, if your best friend came and told you one of these things, would you STILL be their friend, AND see them as the same exact person as before, never once judge them or think what they did makes them less of a person?:

Murder, rape, child molestation, physical abuse, animal torturing, stealing, cheating, lying, gossiping... I could go on all night as there are so many errs which are human and we all do horrible, nasty, filthy things but we never admit to ourselves that they're JUST AS BAD as what other people do and sometimes we even lie to ourselves and tell ourselves that it's okay for us to do it because it's us. Me me me me me just keep humming that tune and me will be just fine... but you won't.

Sorry for the long description.