Jul 07, 2002 19:30
My undying mission in life. Yet somehow I don't know why I manage to always succeed so well, and without any effort at all. Fate has ruled out another empty hand, and although I am, for the millionth time, sick of it; I am also tired. I am indifferent. I give up. I won't change. I'll just be like this. Maybe in the end it is what's best for me.
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