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i'm not sure what's going on. things are falling apart faster than i expected, yet i've done little to stop the process. yes, it's a process, without this i doubt i'll obtain that passion. i must fall first, hurt a little so i can appreciate... yeah. this is what my life is composed of, making sense out of my troubles. there's nothing i can do and this is frustrating. i'd like to skin my arm.
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