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Life is seldom repetition but so full of it, my mind being a mess is a part of the full bit. I try to make people proud but it ends like a fail round. Being alive feels like hell but I try to stay on the ground. My head is lost about and beyond into the clouds, I try hard, to find myself but I forget I cannot be found. All I want for myself is for me to be successful and I guess I'll do anything it takes to reach that far. I don't wanna live anymore, I don't have a reason to but I'll strive for my goals, after all this while, I've realised attachment is truly just for fools.
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