I was a fool to think my words would actually have an impact. I'm often a fool that way, thinking that maybe if I express myself over and over again, in a thousand different ways, the point would finally get across.

But it hasn't. Perhaps I knew all along that it wouldn't. Or maybe I knew it from the beginning and am just now seeing it. Either way, it's an endless pattern repeating itself.

I can't possibly be any more clearer. I can't spell it out any other way. I have stressed my point, my feelings over and over again, and for what purpose? There's still isolation, pain, fear, guilt, ignorance. It's all still there joined together in what creates this meaningless existance.

I can't even begin to fathom what I feel now. Dull, empty, voids unfilled, untouched. Maybe putting all my faith until one soul to save me was foolish. To cling to that last hope before I forever delve into darkness.

Ah well, such is life isn't it?

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