It seems an odd summer, an odd event of a life that I seem to live now. It lacks the love I wish I understood how to have. It lacks the potential I fail to give myself credit for. It lacks the ambition that seems missing from my every act, possibly because of the first problem. Of course, all this still stands as a repetition of, as Tori says, lost
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