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Hello.
It’s been a while.
Here I ramble. Again.
Of love? Of life?
Of beginning? Of end?
No. Just of stuff.
Slips of thoughts. Pieces.
Random. Ramble.
Simple. Senseless.
Death is welcomed.
Escape.
Living’s too troublesome.
Failures pile up.
Nothing. I’ve become.
Still no one to love.
Who loves me.
Like the man in my dreams.
Fiction I make believe.
Being special.
Never. Never me.
Common. Boring.
Yes. Yes me.
Desires and drives.
Quite different. You see.
I want to be.
But I don’t. See?
No inspiration.
Not much effort. Lazy.
Downward spiral.
Fading. Fading. Fading.
I want high school back.
When I was a star.
The envy. The one with dreams.
And drives.
Not the college kid.
With no direction.
At the bottom.
Left behind.
By more special people.
Smarter. Funnier.
Always steps higher.
Higher.
I want innocence.
When smiles took no effort.
When friends were forever.
Nothing to dampen the sky.
A world fresh. Of wonder.
Don’t know.
What I want.
Need.
Must do.
Lost. Angry. Sad.
Insane.
Help, will you?
