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the end of an era

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All of my joy, hope, and desire has been wholly depleted. I sleepwalk eternally yearning for an existence without misery, without confusion and without absolute loneliness, a pristine delusion forever unobtainable.

I was unknowingly gazing at a warlock, a dark sorcerer that would enthrall my heart from that day on. Regrettably, I can see a familiar pattern. I recall regularly demanding attentiveness from you, as if weeping over my life was the only way to make you notice me. In delusion, I clinged to the prospect that dressing each others wounds could lead to something amorous. I'm frequently finding myself wailing about my life to him, motivating him to further distance himself from me in a continual self destructive spiral of shit. I guess history repeats itself because

i poured two cups of water