"Amy, time-stilled and nameless, wandering the forgotten, lightless world forever, alone and voiceless, but for this: What I am, What I am, What I am."
What I am. What I am. What I am. What I am.
Not words that flow easily from me.
The more I move forward the more I realize how passionate I am.
The more I move the more I see how undirected my passion is.
I have gone through so many obsessive phases in my life. So many different things have occupied my intensity. But nothing has ever sustained it. I wander on.
I wander on.
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