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Things seem lost, gone, and everything is confusing. But the fact that nothing is really wrong bothers me. I'd tell you how it was, if i could actually write down the words to get it out. Im stuck in this colourless exsistance, and its blured to full capasity. I'm tired of this scene not changing, no new thoughts running in and out of my mind. I'm tired of not thinking, nothing to linger words on, leaving myself notes of how beautiful I used to once be, and now im gray matter in this world. Im another face, another warm body, another beating heart, but i have nothing to seperate myself from others. No real standout that will linger in the back of others minds that makes them think of me again and again. Im once again thrown in this scrap book. I wish i was just once alive again, breathing how I used to.