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When I was young, I had very high hopes for myself. I thought I'd of made it by now. My passion burned as bright in me as day and the world was my backdrop of night. I felt like I had all that light to offer it. I felt like being different was something special. I felt like a prophet, sometimes. Its weird or even blasphemous to say it, but that's
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Youre so much more defeated in your ways now and i hate seeing you like that. You have had so much to offer and you still do. Perhaps you dont see how you still do put it out there. The slight passions i have for things in life are still fueled in what and how you write. I'm not sure how much that might matter.. but you are able to have effects on others and youve affected me since i started talking with you.
Perhaps you need to live life as is- and take the chances without ever really expecting much satisfaction from them.. only to find it rewarding ifen there is satisfaction. There has to be some way for you to enjoy it at least a little. Some way for things to not feel so inevitably doomed to fail.
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