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What is it exactly that I seek?

What is it I want from myself that I am trying so desperately hard to find in someone else?

Acceptance? Love? Comfort? Companionship?

These are all things I must achieve and receive from myself before I can hope to attain with and from someone else.

I know my lesson before ever learning it and yet I do not yield my own wisdom.

Why must I always play the part of the fool?

Have I been typecast?

Please tell me I have simply lost my way, not that this is the only way.

Am I worse off then them?

They cannot see their own demise and prison.

But here I am.

Trapped within this self-destructive puppet, unable to gain control and unable to escape.

Confined within my own insanity but given just enough clarity to know that I am crazy.

I cannot seem to stop it, so why at times do I even bother to try?

Is it this hope that keeps me conscious, keeps me just beyond the grasp of ignorant bliss?

I hope some day very soon I can find myself the answers that I seek.

The peace that comes only when your body is flooded with such euphoria that you loose all sense of self and place and time.

That is my happy ending.