As the light shines through there’s no joy or thoughts of achievement. Instead there’s a languishing void filled with depression. There’s questions with no answers. Just a fog of random thoughts that bear no rhythm for understanding. There’s no sight into the future, nor a passion for the present. It’s just you standing in a puddle of desperation wondering is today going to be the day I make it or will I become just another statistic.
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