I hate this mess, I hate this mess, I hate this mess! This numbness is DESTROYING me...it's destroying me. Every day is a prison. Every day is this miserable mess that I can't escape. I feel as though my wretchedness defines me!

When will I be rid of this soul-infecting plague? How long must I suffer under this burden? God, I think I've learned my lesson...

The End

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