I look back on the bad things I've done, the mistakes I've made, all my failures. I don't think it was because I was hurtful, or cruel, or even evil. I feel it was impulse, or foolishness, or just plain ignorance. I am not making excuses, I'm just saying. I won't contest any proof of the otherwise. I attempt to make sense of it all, but the more I try, the more the world I see becomes a merciless nonsense. It seems I have fallen into an entropy of meaning.
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