Being finite makes more sense to me than eternity. I cannot wrap my head around length. So instead I push my head into other things. I go after things with a zeal and intensity and need that can frighten even me at times. I am a machine. I cannot stop. In the mornings, I regret what has come to pass. But in the midst, I don't mind. Just do what you always do, I always say. Sometimes, I just do things to see if I can survive them. I have not let myself down yet. The failure to success ratio is fine. It's just that both the lesser and greater of two evils seems quite easy to embrace.
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