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It's always about getting out. Getting out is not what it's cracked up to be. But then again, neither is life. I don't know anymore. All my words are reduntant and have been said. Life sucks. The sooner someone realizes that, the better off. Life sucks and you die at some point. That's why death is the biggest joke ever. Death is nothing. Especially when you have nothing. Maybe I manifest things in my head... but that's me. People have to realize that. Don't tell me you know how it feels to be me. No one knows how it feels to be anyone. And no one sure as fuck has a clue how it is to be me. I feel everything on a much deeper level. And that will eventually be my downfall... if it already hasn't happened. Everything I want... I know it will never come to pass. Because, in reality, I have no clue what I want. About anything. It's similar to a maze that has no ending. Always confused and left behind. I want to quit. I need to quit. It needs to end... and at some point, it will. Everything does.