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parts of a revolver.
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well.so.
this is it.
the thing i've supposedly been working towards all 17 years of my life.
i can't believe it. 17 years doing something that will supposedly
help with my future, whatever my future is.
17 years of conformation.
18 years of the education system.
17 years wasted.
the design is way too perfect.
perfect in the sense,
everything from the country i'm born and bred into,
the parents i have, the siblings i have, the schools i go to,
the friends i have, the choices i make, the likes and dislikes -
it's all too eerily perfect,
in a sense it's all so planned.
coincidence has not got its foot in this plan, definitely.
well i still think i think too much.
but, i think its overstimulated today and is in fatigue mode.
i can't believe i said all that.
i don't think i can even repeat all that ever again.
i can barely remember what i've ranted on about.
もう少しだけのに、諦めたい。
今でもいろいろな物にきつくしがみついてる
けど、なんかできないんだ。
いつ忘れてしまうかな。
//Are we, are we just selfish?
Wanting to keep you where we are
Just where you left us//
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