Sometimes I wonder how I surround myself with these people. These sick sycophants who parade around like Godzilla in Tokyo. These goblins who wreak havoc and copulate destruction. I'm withering in this sunless environment, this dying flower. Diseased and full of decay.
Sometimes I think I have everything all wrong. I've misread this map, a convoluted conjecture as to my position and the one I am supposed to be in. This surreal bubble is all consuming and treacherous.
Perhaps I'm seeking validation in the wrong places. Or maybe I have stopped looking at all.
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