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me. It’s tough to really remember what state I was in back then. It feels like an entire lifetime
ago. In a way, it sorts of was. Then, I just went on to do what anyone would have done.
I ran to the bathroom and slit my wrists.
I am also one of the aforementioned trapped souls. Stuck eternally to contemplate the drab
existence of those more fortunate than me.
No one thinks outside the box.
If they manage to think outside one, they will just restrict themselves to a bigger box.
What’s bigger than this?
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