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I am slowly becoming numb. As things I used to love now tasting abhorrent.. things I desired are disintegrating into specks of disinterest... i feel.. dull, losing myself in this ever growing void. i can't stop it.. the rust of my soul.. these chains and locks I adorn myself, for acceptance, for similarities, can no longer offer any help.. they just rusts my soul further. to what end shall I stand, and to what end will I continue breathing? none knows, none even cares. to dissipate is the fate of many, that I do not fear. what I fear are possible regrets...