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Passion is a fleeting concept in the realm of my existence. I feel full of creativity with no outlet to expand upon these ideas that are clogging my system. It’s frustrating and taxing. I’m like a blacksmith with no fire. Loneliness is my most vibrant color. It casts its influence over every thought.
A nothing that I fill with nothing. Meaningless consumption leading to meaningless results. Insanity in its purest definition. All feeling escaping through a hole that continues to stretch in my mind. No sadness, and no happiness. The line between objectivity and subjectivity undefined. Distances that can’t be closed no matter how far I reach.
This feeling manifests and develops into a contrast. The calm nothing shifts into panicky everything. The paranoia clouding every decision. Sweat, shakes, an emotional fever and likewise symptoms. Constricted by bonds I placed on myself, I’m running in place. Where is safe? I don’t have a home. Who is safe? I don’t have friends. When will I be safe?
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