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Everything I Have Ever Wanted Folded in a Paper Note

For now, I just do not want to be here. I am truly struggling to care.

Eventually I will encounter desires. Currently limited to alcohol and silence.

I can not find anything that matters. Debating whether or not to feed.

I am struggling to care. It pains me to have a memory or a dream.

I can not find anything to say. Ears of the people are vessels of judgement.

They continue on believing what they choose. I choke on their blindness.

I can not remember anything I used to view as important. Something has changed.

It is certainly not the world. Deductively, it has to be me.

Somethings must be the same. I simply cannot tell what they are.

When I think it is awful and debilitating. I have to finish it.

When it scares and pains me. I have to go through with it.

If I only cared enough to be scared. I could figure out what remains.