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if i saw you all...i'd laugh maniacally at how you all were stupid enough to be like me. sometimes i wanna scream and my arms can't jab out angrily enough, they strafe through empty air and fall. cuz they feel like resistance everywhere is suddenly the same. and they've settled so long for so much less than they need, they've let my imagination run so wild, that i can't tell the difference between real joys and fake ones, long term gratification and instant gratification. the virtual seems easier, the payoff of the real doesn't seem so much worth the risks. how sad is that? and then for a day the old me returns and swings, and wants the feel of a world pushing against it, of something to progress through.
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