I try but fail, always the same. Never figuring out my purpose. Sometimes I wonder if there is one, or is it all just meaningless.
All of these things swirl in my head, like a never-ending whirlpool of sorrow and dread. Always the same it never changes, looking back I feel such sadness.
These same old feelings won't go away, instead they grow stronger with each ing day. I scratch and claw hoping to find a way out, but hope soon dissipates leaving me with doubt.

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