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03:29 am, 19/12/2012
Under some other circumstances, my writing would've been a hopeful one, but I won't be writing about hope, not tonight.
And it seems kind of unfair, that someone having the luck I have would ramble about the things that hurt the most...but truth is, when you don't have a place to go to and vent, all you're left with is a space to do so, on your own.
Now...what am I even expecting? Part of what I am isn't ready to deal with this kind of stuff, all I want is a decent way to live. Don't we work hard for a gratification? Don't we strive ourselves to get something in reward? Apparently, in some lunatic's world, you work, simply for yourself, not seeking any acknowledgement from anybody else. I get it, it's me who's going to gain something from it but a pat in the back is always welcomed...
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