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I am dissatisfied with my life, and I can’t remember the last time that I was genuinely happy, without some feeling of anxiety of dread embedded into my gut. I know when things went wrong, but I am long past the point of being able to fix my situation, internally or externally.

Slowly, but surely, everything is unraveling. That threads that hold me together loosen, and I go out not with a bang, but with a whimper.

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