Sometimes I wonder if the turmoil is worth it. Worth what? --Myself, the vague oasis in a desert of mirages. I wonder if it's worth it, being right, and never tripping. I wonder if almost dying, almost crying, is worth whatever ideal self I still haven't realized I want.
I feel original though. Carving a path even though every action and emotion I emit is nothing more than a mimicked gesture. If I die tomorrow, at least I'll know I was great.
-Dann
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