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i love you everyone. i love the world for what it is. even though it gets me so down i cant immagine comming back up it seems to happen and all the more. like some twisted mountain i live, with holes and gapes in between rock and cliff. i start as a hill then become a mountain that has trees and other flora, maybe some fauna mixed in, but mostly its barren, with black stone crators like somone shot some kind of missile launcher directly into the side, yet at the top its pure white sheen can be glimpsed by myself at times. mostly its a static discharge of particles making a beat or playing some kind of either made up or heard before music, such a mix of up and downs, am i going insane? i doubt it, more like i just need to step back and assess, be better. make a inference, or a judgment, fill my craters with soil and grow life from them to heal this mountain. being a spong is folly. yet its so hard to be different, its as though i must know everything, and when presented with such a alien world what am i to do? do i learn this other language? do i become nice so i can be trampled on? will they find mercy? or do i become cold with icicles comming from my eyes. as if i were some kind of robot unhuman and cutting. ah such is life though no doubt i will get the hang of it, or i wont, but ill keep pushing forward (or what looks like forward to me) it could be sideways but at least its somthing. at least i can say somthing about myself.