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I just wrote the most melodramatic sob-story of an entry. I promptly deleted it, partly because it was naseating and partly because a song came on that made it seem silly. Sure, I don't have a job. Sure, I hate feeling like a mooch at home. Sure, I cringe every time I take money out because I know nothing is being deposited. But things aren't so
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