2010-09-17 - 9:08 pm
I contemplate my reasons for existing...I question so many things these days, without really anticipating a sincere answer. I think of things I've done, people I've known, the things leading up to this very point. It all is consumed by irrelevance, confusion, and frustration...
I know where things stand, but it does nothing to the dream I have, the way that things cannot be, the blissful taste of fantasy...
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