God, tell me what the fuck is wrong with me.
Tell me whats the meaning for my existence.
Tell me what am I good at.
Tell me what am I here for.
So many questions I want to ask, and no one has the answer.
Everytime I ask myself, just what am I good at? What do I specialise in?
All I find is silence. I find myself bewildered.
The uncountable, immeasurable, indescribable emptiness inside me is eating away at my very soul.
Bit by bit. Every day. Every hour. Every second.
Soon, the small little actions that it does everyday adds up to unthinkable destruction.
It takes over complete control of me, and I wont be samuel lee anymore.
The damage he would cause would be so great that even the world's greatest people would stare at it with gaping mouths in pure horror.
Maybe I should just die off before that day comes.
I wouldnt want to see the ones around me getting hurt.
If only..
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