what does one do when one is in constant conflict with oneself, one's own existence?
have one's mind ailing and soul weeping? have this dying current of consciousness, with its heated blistered ebb and last shreds of frustration oozing away like smoke, leaving behind a residue of meaningless life?
these are the mere ramblings of a mind deeply plagued by unhappiness.
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