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I should be asleep. but man, reflecting on my life is a bummer. I started out with, I mean prestine, immaculate gift worthy oppurtunities, friends, family, even myself. not being conceded, but I coulda manifested my brain into something quite intelligent,fast, n Sharp. along with my body. I dun did for sure fucked up every step of the way almost. I don't think there's anything or any relation I improved without it degrading first or multiple times. not a single anything can I recall me utterly personally having achieved some goal, from anyone, or myself, without reclaiming some lost steps to claim the original goal. lost steps and extra steps created only by me. through outright stupidity, moral conflict, or being impressionable to the wrong people n things. I question my intelligence. my moral. my overall self. I've merely just begun putting all I can remember into print, visable readable words. staggering. just un fucking believable. I don't even know who I am. what I was. its like being murdered, and surviving.
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