Honestly, I wonder if you even realize what you're doing. Pursuing, what?
Creating your own hells along the way. Soulless, empty, decay.
Aspirations dashed away to keep in good company with misery. And why? It's a complete mystery.
I used to love being down, it was a comfortable place.
But god damn it gets stale and pointless.
And who honestly likes holding conversations with a waste of space?
It's impossible and endless.
Repeating yourself over and over, you don't make anymore sense than you did before.
It makes me a little sad. How some could be so much more.
I am no better than anyone.
Everything I say, has already been said.
But it's the choice to learn, and the choice to grow and change.
Take a look back and adjust before you're dead.
Dying happy with no regrets and not wanting, is my goal.
I'll take back what everyone has already stole.
My soul.
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