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There must be an explanation for all of this. The laughs muted by the distance and you start to drift. In between street corners and bus stops the lost thoughts find their way back to torment. You, me, I guess it has always been about us. Did I forget to tell you that it's not fun anymore? There are no more smiles and constellations because everything ends up the same in the long run. Rotten. My wings start to melt and the inability to take flight leaves me hopeless… helpless. Help me. I wake up with memories erased and a vague feeling of something missing. There’s always something missing. There is no plot, no setting, no characters all part of a very incohesive story. I’m suffocating in my own endeavor. Lying to realize that everything is completely worthless. Disposable. You are always in search of something you have never tasted. As everything disappears nothing is as bad as I had once imagined.