i lost my dreams to the fog of the unknown.
silly, sadly, i sat, forlorn.
with many passions, oh yes, but superficial ones they were.
i cannot satisfy, satisfy my heart any further.
so i numbed myself, swallowed, and consumed within,
with joys upon the surface, games and treats.
and counting, waiting, till the day,
the day i lose this life, so that i proceed further.
unless something else happens today.
i regret not knowing earlier.
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