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When I was a little boy - I believed that I was special, that I was brilliant, and that I was destined for greatness.
I don't believe in any of those things anymore.
So I'm not sure what I'm living for anymore?
But I'm still here.
Occasionally, I find inspiration in the greatness of other men.
But then my weak will and my even weaker flesh disappoints me.
I don't believe in any of those things anymore.
So I'm not sure what I'm living for anymore?
But I'm still here.
Occasionally, I find inspiration in the greatness of other men.
But then my weak will and my even weaker flesh disappoints me.