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2004-01-23 21:12:02 ET
Pathetic... I’m a living thesis of this subject.
Somebody kill me, I don’t care. Drowning in a storm of ideas... all intellectual, all mind, art or science, everything it’s my mind, they all soak me, suffocating, I’ll never be able to be more... more, accepted? Or me more flexible? I hate, or I dislike. I’m rejected or I’m put apart. It’s always the same, always, I’m alone, always, ...will always be...? not fair? Not good? My fault? I wished I were... more... or less... I don’t know, I just know I’m futile, unworthy, senseless, I ...simply, shouldn’t be, ...exist? Lame, woe is me, pathetic, whatever, I’ve lost the will... for so many things, what’s a will without a reason? |
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