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My motives and instincts don't make any sense to me anymore

This once ambitious girl, curious to explore the world..

Has died

What once brought me gratification

Sends me falling to my knees

Letting me hang my head in sorrow

Everything I used to want is dispensable to me now

The one thing that my desires were attached to finally came

But now all I want is to be alone

Slowly it has been put into effect

Fortunately no one has noticed yet.



I developed a wanting for something that I can't have

But it's all right

Because now nothing can ever measure up to it

And everything can be dismissed

In a Utopia everything would work out

And my hands wouldn't be busy, writing this down

But this is my life, far from perfect

Where everything I touch,

Has to turn to complete and utter bullshit

And nothing ever comes true

I am never saved,

From the awful situations that I get myself into

My damsel in distress complex never attracts a white knight

To sweep me off my feet and ride off into the night,

Where things could be possibly be resolved

But of course, I'm left here

Realizing my destiny doesn't include you.

So, I'll just sigh

Return to my hopeless lines

And continue the fatal chronical known as Evelyn's life