I was just depressed about the powerless nature of the circumstances I'm currently in now.
I have no control over my life. I have no hope for the future. There is nothing to do in the present. I'm bored. What else can I say? My days drag on without purpose. They're days, like drops of water in an endless sea of discontentment.
Why did they chose me to experiment on? Why me? Why not another? I could have had a decent life, and I still could if they'd admit what they did to me.
Then I could truly drive on... work on... become what I want to be.
Most doors are shut to me at the moment. It isn't poetic. There isn't one good one opening since all the others closed. There are merely doors shut without souls.
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