Author's note
This is going to be an up coming part of one of my stories and I just wanted to know what people thought before I get to that part in the story so that I could change it if need be.
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"Obsessed with visions of the world, of night in distant places. What lies outside of constancy? Outside of these fences? Passing the blurry lights, it's not my eyes; It's the world that's out of focus.
"I feel suspended in time. Weightless. Deaf. Blind. Dumb. Senseless. I don't believe in beauty. I barely believe in reality. The only thing I can say for sure is I know exactly who I am.
“But I have no idea where I am going, or when my second wind will get here. I am lost and I don't want to be found. I don't care about your drama. I don't care about your 'god', I hardly even care to make the least bit of sense.
“ Keep your bullshit to yourself, because I don't have any and I certainly don't give a fuck about yours. If you have no balls... no guts... no courage... no honesty... no personality... no idea who you are... then I don't care.
“ I am fair, I hate everything indiscriminately and I will show you the same respect you show me. My honesty is painful, but don't expect me to tell you anything. I won’t even pretend to be that self-absorbed. Live your life, I’ll live mine and when we will all eventually die; will you be satisfied with yours?
"I could be anyone, we could be anyone There is a choice to make, I see now. We turn over we redefine this reflection. There is a choice to make. We will lie in our own graves.
