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 Fuck sleep. It only seems to get in the way of the things you really wanna feel/think/say. Holding back just to hold on to that shred of sanity you think you have left. It just stared raining here and I believe there are no coincidences. Somehow haunted what couldn't have been. Forever unable to shake off my past. My demons. My fate. Is it really that surprising? No. Trying my damnest to ameliorate my past. I know I have made some progress but as always I feel like overall I'm at square one. The difference now is I'm not afraid to fall or to fail. I want to and I will and I have. It never gets easier. It only changes shapes and hues. And intentions. The desire and fire inside never burns out it only intensifies over time.