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June 9 2020, 14:51

I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm fighting for. Can I even blame the dashed hopes any longer? There are no goals. No expectations. Just the vague traces of things I'd thought I'd wanted, demarcating a path into a future that I no longer recognize nor want.

It's pointless. It's all pointless. The lies don't fill me up anymore.