• Another day, where I realize everything I have done with my life..... and there it is. That is all I've done.
    That is all I will ever do, ever amount to, and ever accomplish in the days I am here... That is it.
    Goals mean nothing, heart's empty, life is gone.
    Just another day... another month... another year...
    Something keeps me holding on. But what...why...
    I'm holding on to a flat surface as I fall...
    Nothing is there, to the eye... but to the mind?
    The mind will create what it needs to survive, or too die... whatever its will may be.
    Can I go? Escape? Find a way to let go of the nothingness in my hands?
    Why do I continue to work... to stress...to attempt to achieve... when I am looking forward into a dark empty space?
    ...
    And there it is
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    My life
    ...
    In physical form
    ...
    ellipses
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