It looks like a dead end. Some may know it otherwise. Some think a troll will pop up and kill them. Why even cross the bridge to see the other side? Why get up in the mornings. The fact is that life is a dead end. And for me, I need something to do while I creep closer to death. Are other people just dead ends? Are they the trolls that wish to kill you? I have a feeling, which is probably wrong, that people are not dead ends. And people have the potential to be good. I wonder why I keep crossing that bridge to see what is out there. Today, fuck it. I’m turning around.
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