Any of the days that have passed would have been a good day. Each day, I grow more pathetic. I am trying to stem the tide of abuse, to shed the victim role.
Isolated. More lonely now than anytime I can remember in the past.
Completely lacking desire, yet remain unfulfilled on any level. So desire must exist, yet I am absolutely unaware.
My incantation persists: Please let it be today.
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