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[clinester111]

Rage.  Depression.  Exhaustion.  It fades.  As soon as I lay my fingers down upon the keys, it slips out, oozes away, drains, wanes.  It's such an odd effect.  I've noticed it before.  A week or so ago, I was lying in my bed at the dorm, thrashing.  I was miserable.  I was a tight knot of misery, of sexual angst and self-loathing.  That night I

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[intrepida]

The(occasionally delusional) belief that I can accomplish something worthwhile with my life.