My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
You are the definition of everything you hate.
I miss the old me.
My voice, my words. I've lost all my motivation.
Maybe if there was something else to fight for, but I don't like what I see. I'm stuck.
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