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Sometimes I'm fine, Talking to someone, Having a heart to heart. Then it stops, I'm alone, I feel cold and empty, I get sad and bored. My mind tries to find something to do. I'll start crying, But only half of my face. The other half will grin As I split... Or I can do this, I can write. Write everything down, So I become less sensitive. However I will always be sensitive, I will always feel empty. Without a friend it's just me And the other four people in my mind.

What if… What if one day you went to the store and bought a lottery ticket? Just one, a golden ticket, a winning ticket. How would you use that money? Take the large chunk or take the annuity? This is something I have seriously thought about more recently; there are many directions in which one could go in, but what would be the most impactful? For me, I found myself at first thinking of a dream home, an art house for me and fellow artist I know to live in. But that’s not the life I really want, I’m fine with living in a small space, I don’t need to show off my wealth.  As long as I can live with someone else and hav