draft date 03/10/2015 I'll look at the people in the new clothes and the shiny cars, and I wonder what did they do to deserve that. I look at the people standing on the side of the road asking for a handout, and I wonder what did they do do to deserve that. I feel less that our lives are earned and more that our lives are just a strange twist of fate. My life feels like a complete failure. Truly, I feel completely incompetent. I wish I could say I have never been here before; but I can't, because sadly, I've been here all too often. And that voice that whispers, "Let it go; give it to me," tries desperately to comfort me; sadly I can get so little comfort from that lately. I feel worthless, helpless and lost. There was a time when I had a vision, a direction, a purpose. As I edit this piece now almost a month later, I find it difficult to recreate the voice and tone of my original intent. Writing is like that. In my very tattered journ...
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