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You used to be happy. You don't remember when... some time long ago perhaps... perhaps you have no recollection of such a time and know you never will.
You used to laugh. You don't remember when... some time long ago perhaps... perhaps you don't recall at all such a time and know you never will.
You used to have real friends. You've since forgotten what that means. Or perhaps you never did have any real friends... and know you never will.
Life used to make sense. Meaning and purpose weren't something you had to search for. Laughter and good times weren't an obscure treatment for social interactions. Formal was a foreign word.
Life used to be worth waking up for. Now it is a fog of war to get through the void filled existence. Guns are our salvation, blood our thirst healer. Monsters fill the empty longing that quenches our apathy.