Couple days pass and you start to feel alright. Until reality hits again. You look back those days and wonder if you really belonged in the places you were. If you we wanted as much by the people there as much as you wanted to be there. You go through the days thinking everything is turning up. But is it? Realization hits. You're thinking about all the shit that's happened in the past. All the times you were used or pushed around because they knew that you would always be. They might not know what they are doing but they might also know exactly what they are doing. You see, sometimes you push yourself to be great to other. Extra generous to those who really matter to you. But what you don't know is how much you aren't seeing. Society. All of the thoughts and how to's engraved into your head by society. You try and break against the natural current and society. Sometimes though, you drift a little too far and start to lose focus of everything happening in front of you. All the little things that used to bother you, you don't realize because they have pushed you not to. So you're pondering all these thoughts and you know, you know how you're life has been turning out. Exactly how people have been treating you, and exactly how long it's been happening. The thing is, can you stop it? Or is it just going to eat you up whole because you hide behind the walls you built. The iron fortress that blocks a special place. That place that holds your thoughts, emotions, dreams, and visions for everything. So now you wonder, what am I doing with my life? Will it ever change or am I stuck in this cycle?

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(reality strikes)
Документальная прозаjust a journal that vents into my mind and world. who knows how much I can take?