same shit different people, or same people, or different situations it just always leads to the same shit .....
this really sucks.........time seems unravel to nothingness anymore although i know there is still hope.... hmmm
it sucks i could write novels , draw masterpieces,paint brilliancies, but in the end, will it really matter?
i do so much yet so little at the same time

and it seems no matter how far i climb it always seems i fall amongst everyone in a crowd never to be found,or so it seems
it seems however no matter how much i give, i never will receive that much. and no matter i much i fall it seems i never will be completed when i climb back up again and put together the pieces. I could be so much more, but it isn't me that is holding me back.... it is that of all of the crowds
yet i know that i once i complete such tasks and or such things, i feel better i climbed another step of the ladder, and im out of another situation,then bam someone or several others hold me back under again. it is people , not me , not you, not the people that we know deep down that truly care and have been around for us , just the general people who keep us under, who keep us almost
imprisoned and in chains. and i fight , shout , make my ways through all of them , so i will not be what they are, will not be amousgt them
I take the beatings, the mental scarring and the emotional defiecines and i strive and try my best, yet everyone knocks me down, judges and mocks me, stares and ponders, threatens and questions. fuck them whom are they?? just parasites. just maggots, just the new wave that tries to drown me when i fall to my knees in a breakdown amongst them in a crowd.

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