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have u ever peered into a mirror, while holding another close to it to see the seemingly endless forever? a repetative replica of a nonexsistant mirrored sense of reality. the same thing over and over, but the saddest part is the undeniable sense of overwhelming terror that repitition is the leader of a marching band we call our everyday. the same thing, unequivocal and unjust, that plagues me so. i yearn for a time where i can awake everyday without regretting it. i wish that could sleep forever, or find what im supposed to do or be, becuase in all honesty i dont know how much more of this hell i can take. . .