Things are strange now, the way I feel confuses me everyone moment. I want the things that seem to be out of reach in my life. The possibilites endless, but so enclosed. Where the paths will lead me, I do not know. I wonder what my life is going to be like, in one minute, or two minutes, two years, three years. What is life? Is there meaning like people think? Or are we nothing, just things, to do the same over and over.
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*huggles tightly* I understand you 3nodding