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..eventually. But is it worth? all of this...

I lay myself down,and closed my eyes. And my heart. To shut away, to shut away things that lay so many of us even way before we are done.. we are already done.
Many years have passed, from the first time I cried to reality...cried to life and the way of it. Along the years during some of it I thought I got over it...some years I knew I didn't.
Some of you have called me a hater. Some deemed me as a depressant. Could be true. Yet all I will ask to all that is... am I not speaking truth that you too can see around you?
Some would say that I have interpreted it differently. Interpreted wrongly. Truly for the sake of both of us, I hope you are the one who is right.

For if I am wrong,...ha I am nobody. And it does not matter. And I shall pass on. But if unfortunately I am right....if I am right.... then , all this, all of us....will become pointless, totally meaningless and that would such a sad sad thing. Which I myself fear every single night I sleep and why I cried so young many years ago.