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This feeling - it's back. The all too familiar feeling that has dominated the very fabric of my soul for the past 4 years of my life. As much as I've learned to deal with it, it burns just as much as the first time. It almost feels worse than it did the first time, perhaps I'd forgotten the feeling, but overwhelms me. It overwhelms me to the point that I feel weak. It eats me from the inside. As much as I like to reassure myself it's alright, it isn't. Like always, it's my fault. I can't seem to do it right anymore. I fucked up and it's too late. Unfortunately, I didn't realize what I had until it was gone. I can only hope that I'll learn from my mistakes one day. I guess I'll have to ride with my dark passenger for a while longer. We out, homie. Let's ride.