Waking up is just a dismal realization of my existance.

[dereves]

Why is it me that must be tortured by this? Why is the cure always in my grasp, yet it's pulled away from me like a demented child teasing a starving dog? I scream on high for the answers, but my words are sucked into the void. I search for someone to give me solace from this torment, but she just creates more. Instead of answers I find voices with

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[dypheron]

Eat some pudding. It won't fill the emptyness inside you...but it'll help.