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I am so alone in a crowded room...I don't belong here...I am meant for great things...I can be perfect if I try...I have a deep sickness in my mind that will one day put me in a padded cell...Alone again...Sadder then I have ever been...How long can I keep it together...Does anyone else wonder if they are insane...Do they wish they were so then they could escape reality under the guise of disorder...I can't wait to die...I am not suicidal...Anymore...I just want to go home...I really don't belong here...I miss my wife...I am the weakest man alive...I have never been wrong...I need to cry more...I need another tattoo...All my needs are met...I am not lost...I have never been lost...I am not flesh and blood...Who is inside my head staring out of my eyes...Why don't I recognize me sometimes...What do newborn babies dream about...I think do things while I sleep...I feel I have more in common with animals then people...I don't know how I ever got this smart...I know I am not stupid anymore...I think I used to be retarded in some way...I wish I could finish school...I hate money...I love to work with my hands...I want to build a spaceship...If I don't dream then who will? Somebody please stop me.