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I've fallen deep into laziness, where my mind slips past my grasp. Underlying these sad eyes are those of an unaccomplished man. What have I allowed myself to become? Defeat. Disappointment. Regret. These are not the words a child thinks of themselves as. Why have I come to this conclusion? 'Tis depression that may cause such emotion. Yet, I feel of not depressed, but rather gone. Gone from the world that once left me smiling day after day. Blessed is the man that feels himself complete. Unfortunately, I am not among the blessed. Stars do not exhibit the same light they once possessed. Altercations with life bring dismay. Feelings appear as shallow as the smallest streams. Relationships see no progress. Committed to nothing and nothing committed to him. That is the way he chooses to live. Sad, isn't it?