There is no hope for what I have always been; a shame: it was the only reality I'd ever known. Looking back I guess there never really was. It was always my self-fulling doomsday theory destiny, and for I while, I reveled in it, like swine in mud. I used to take so much comfort in that nothing in life amounted to anything, but lately, the
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