I make such effort to reconcile what was thought yesterday in dreams written by capricious colors and shapes with what was handed down to me in the reality of the situation. Scrambling through madness chasing after issues brought forth by parents bestowing hope to what should really be the hopeless.
Sarte taught us better even still it appears self determination is not enough
Those words clamor through every facet of my existence
somehow still not enough still
still not enough
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"Everything’s gonna be alright", Words I can't understand. So I push forward without consent To the place where the road end.