direction
I have no idea of what I am doing none whatsoever of who I am and not a clue as to what this has all been for my sense of direction has never been a strength but for it to up and run off into the darkness of the world i cannot understand it's just so fucked so beautifully dementedly on brand for thing called life so now what... just keep wandering pretending there is meaning or bear down put in the work give it my all blah blah blah self deluding bullshit it is what it is what it has always been what it will always be what is it? I have not a fucking clue maybe that's the point
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