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gray. like the inexplicable nothingness that escapes from my soul. i look through the pain filled window pane of my life to view the desolate street which i have traveled all which i have encountered has died. it‘s like peering into the future only to look at the past to realize that nothing was ever what it seemed. gray. like the inexplicable urge for me to remove myself from everything and everyone. none of these people know me or understand the motives for what i do. a society has condemned me for being myself.. but really what’s new? i will be whoever the fuck i feel like being, and it won’t matter to me your opinion. atleast that’s what i tell myself. I wish I could have the ability to fight like banks. To silence the fuckers who have made my life a misery through their jokes. gray. like the vast nothingness that inhibits me as I serach for a way to escape the mundane happenings of my everyday life. i wish to trascend the city of louisville and achieve more than any other person has achieved. cliche’, i know, but i just want to lead a life that has some sort of importance. i want to travel in a direction which has been uncharted. like sailing on the open ocean breathing in the salt air, only to look around and see the abandonement of the entire situation, to know that i am free from the shackles society has put on me. i don’t want to go to college. i don’t want to face the fact that I have to grow up.