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there are a long list of places i don't belong. this vague notion of a wasted potential i carry which is dangerous for whatisapotentialandwhoamitoholdit? when we all come down crushed people will look back and say 'i spent my life doing the best i could with what i had' and i will alone stand with a trail of broken entranglements and a shelter now falling apart 'i spent my life ignoring and despising what i had so i can pretend i have something else' i will have nothing when the day arrives. only secondary visions and assumed feelings.