Recovering corrupted data. Analyzing. Being lost again.

I am tired. I see myself and what I dream dissolving as I somehow maintain singularity. Why do these wolves hunt behind me, following my descent into destruction? I have a paper which promises amazing things, and it reminded me with an uncomfortable sensation what kind of power I’m supposed to have.

I don’t want to hold you responsible at all for my inability to adjust. 

Keep me from destroying myself.

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