life life life life life life life life life life life life life...
*sigh*
fail fail fail fail fail fail fail fail fail fail fail fail fail...
*poop*
I am tired. My dreams seem so distant as I look towards the future and contemplate on the present. Would I ever get use to this disappointment I've bestowed upon myself? I guess I have because I continue to do so.
Staring at a single point in space and letting all else fall to the peripherals. Suddenly the contrast of the world and its colors begin to fade into a fuzzy white. A clear mind, a quiet mind, a solitary conscious. Letters turn into words, these words become sentences, those sentences are spoken, eventually all conclude into a jumble of memory's past.
End.
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