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January 2005

I had the worst night last night. I can’t even concentrate and my appetite is just driving me crazy, I’m not hungry, but I know I need to eat or I’ll pass out like I did last week. I tried writing today, but I couldn’t even formulate a rhyme whatsoever. I think I have lost my talent, I tried writing today, but all I came ended up writing was this:

My hands gliding over my eyes, enveloping the cloak of time as I lay here relentlessly abiding to this life. This place is the surrounding of displeasure, in other words, the natural revelations of youth. The trials and tribulations we have faced are not to be of blame to anyone, but us. For when there is force, it is not our fault, it is someone else's, the one who has done such damage. The damage of another is sinful, yet others can place blame easily on one for shutting the eyes of the wholesome. We are all guilty of misguidance, for no one is perfect. Imperfection will run this earth as we will run one another to complete oblivion; yet finding peace is what one's goal should be. For there are many goals as for people. We are amongst everyone watching and observing with mental notes and angles and the conclusion will always be in a question of "why": Why is this happening?