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Well, it's complicated. I don't know how to make things work. Maybe I'm just really tired and frustrated. I want to be alone but I don't want to be left alone. Still, I don't want to see anybody. I guess it's like this old skin that I'm pulling off of my finger, it hurts and it brings me no peace, it makes my finger bleed, it's ugly and painful but it's an addiction and I can't stop. It's like I'm constantly sabotaging myself. I just want to be happy, but I see no meaning in anything. I don't want to die but I don't want to live. Every connection I make is made with a very thin golden thread that shines in the dark but I can't actually grasp to it for it will break. So it's just like some kind of guidance line that I'm not strong enough to follow.
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