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Still can't find it; that passion, the reason. The only things I've found have just continued to convince me that my search is useless, that nothing can dispell this hold she has over me. Fuck... I wish... I don't know what I wish anymore. I wish you all to lead happy, fufilling lives. To find joy where it seems to elude me, to find passion where it can be returned, to find reasons of your own.
I have 29 days left, but continuing seems pointless, I know I'm not going to find anything.
I have 29 days left, but continuing seems pointless, I know I'm not going to find anything.