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Unsatisfied... I sit and think why I feel this way and that is the one word that continues to appear in my thoughts. I take a deep breath and think that life never stays the same; never gets dull and this feeling will pass in time. Yet, I cannot help but think the opposite. I cannot stand doing the same shit over and over because I know of nothing knew to partake in. This is driving me mad. Silence kills, repetitiveness dilutes, and expectations disappoint. What's new?