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i despise this laptop as it keeps deleting everything i write, even more had i despised people for the things i have been through, and somedays you can wake up with a chip on your soul, and some days you just dont care and dont wake up at all. the past is gone, but still i forget. i wasted some years on people and some would know if they saw this, without a doubt, who they were. as if i had pointed the finger at you myself, but in doing this i have forgotten those 3 fingers aimed back at me,and it took me awhile to open my eyes again, and yet i still almost remember making a half hearted decent into this way of life, this person who was not me all along, and did they see it? did they know the web i spun before my very own eyes, to cloud the past, deny the future, and live in that every dying moment the present, oh that i could have found away to live forever, that i could take a way all the distance we are from each other. so i wait for you, for you are real, true. the deceit of others here has not touched you there, i see an innocence that my gentle twin begs to protect, while my dark one storms around in rage for not having those simple pleasures others do, wants to jump out and sucker punch the foolish lives of masquerading fools. they do not know, they can not see. you are here. inside/apart of me.