No contentment, no happiness, no fulfillment. I cannot fully master the art of getting by.
Every waking hour, if I even get to sleep, that is, signifies the start of yet another dreadful routine.
I cannot tell you about it now, not yet. But once I get over this phase, believe me, I'm never getting back here again. No one can make me.
Every waking hour, if I even get to sleep, that is, signifies the start of yet another dreadful routine.
I cannot tell you about it now, not yet. But once I get over this phase, believe me, I'm never getting back here again. No one can make me.
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