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Where was I going again?
My train of thought simply went away when I saw that girl and her lips. Mmm...solitude. Yeah, I think I was talking about sadness, and the life of a lonely guy. I think. How did I get to this point again? Looking back when I went to Uni, and tried to be friends with everybody, and how much I flopped doing that, I think that was the start of the ramshackle that became me. Angst, anxiety, and a hard time to dabble with people without getting involved and hurt. Every time I walk in this house, I stop in front of the mirror, look at myself while I turn my head from side to side, above and below, and simply wallop my face with smacks. But not today. I'm tired of hitting myself for something that isn't worth it anymore. These palms that feel like they've never worked hard in their life. No wonder I can't do anything else with myself. I'm sure there was something else after the educational part ended. What?
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