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I think to every moment of pointless effort I put into my existence and walk across a courtyard of darkness looking at statues of the twisted mockeries my life could have become. I need stimulus to feel happy but each time I do I become less sensitive to my reality and lose grip of who I want to be. I demonize those who show me attention, yet I seek it in the darkest places amidst my despair. My life is nothing more than a loop.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
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I think to every moment of pointless effort I put into my existence and walk across a courtyard of darkness looking at statues of the twisted mockeries my life could have become. I need stimulus to feel happy but each time I do I become less sensitive to my reality and lose grip of who I want to be. I demonize those who show me attention, yet I seek it in the darkest places amidst my despair. My life is nothing more than a loop.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
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