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I was wondering about a personal problem of mine when I started to chat with my first ex-girlfriend. I was hoping to talk to her about it when I asked how she was doing. She revealed to me that her current boyfriend died. He got into a car crash with a drunk driver, and was in surgery when he got an infection and died. As the son of an alcoholic, I wonder how close I came to this fate (I can count twice off the top of my head where I came close.) and sympathize with those who do. This is only magnified by the fact that this happened to a person for whom I still care so deeply. Our problems are so trivial when this perspective is added. This

Not that anyone will read this, but I actually had an inspiration at the right moment. I just had to get this down. I have been writing lyrics for several years, and sharing them other places. ************ For every realist, there are five or six dreamers who never quit. They think what they see on television is ultimate real shit. As I see this unfold, I wonder if we keep pushing our own boundaries. You know, when those lines of real and fantasy disagree. Are we at the end of our own discoveries? Could anything be as endless as these? (drum one line) Where is the path that goes to the outer limits? Have we already past the point of