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Born in a state of longing, I yearn to feel alive. The people who surround me are nothing but contrived. These scribbled thoughts inside my mind, I’m unable to contain. Contention with expression forces everything with pain. I lack of will and liveliness, the cage has stretched too thin. To fix myself I must obtain that wisdom from within. But the search for it is useless and, again, I shall defer. Persistence is not a friend of mine, I can easily concur. Without an answer pondering, the obstacle exists. Against the urge to pull the plug, they force me to resist. Aching for the end, I feel uncomfortable and numb. A rejected threat of deepest angst is what I have become. Extracted from my inner self: infinities of dread. This chronicle is nothing but a struggle to be dead.