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There are times like now when I really wonder. About a great many things. Sometimes it brings me down, rarely lifts me up, more often leaves me in limbo.

More than anything I would understand. I do not know a great many things. It does not matter, this I know all too well. These days for most of the time I can accept that.

But once in a while I want to know. What is the purpose? Is there a place for me? What is wanted? What is known?

Lucifer, why do I talk to you, knowing I will be known? Why do I want to be known, knowing I will learn nothing in return? What makes me seek the contact whenever I get the chance, take any and every opportunity to the point of harrassment? Do I have so little self worth, or too much pride?

Irrelevant questions. To both myself and others. The mood then passes when I remember my place. Insanity has me here, reality would have me deleted.




You know why you talk to me.