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I Still Use The Guitar Pretty Much Just To Hide My Gut.

That Smell Of Freshly Cut Grass Makes Me Think Of Friday Night Football In High School. The Smell Of Popcorn And Cigar Smoke Reminds Me Of The Stadium. The Cutting Of The Grass Reminds Me Of The August Practice.

Learning To Live Again Without You Is Killing Me.

Our Future Is Not Unpredictable, Our Future Is Simply The Result Of Choices We Have Made.

Thank God For Unanswered Prayers.