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Night Writings
I feel like I'm trapped in purgatory, like the world is passing me by. I feel aimless, lost in the void, drifting across the black, open starfield of uncertainanty and confusion. I don't know what I want in life, or who I want to become, or what lies in store for me, but perhaps that is the point of change. Growing. Finding my way. It's a hell of a bitch, and I fucking hate it. But I realize that I also need it. Life is nothing more than a series of segments linked together by moments of profound and startling changes.


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