Yah. I'm so damn happy. I'm so happy I could cry.
Wait... those aren't happy tears, they're full of hurt! And- OH NO! What's that leaking out of my soul? Why... I do believe it's loneliness! And that- that's frustration, isn't it? Someone stem the flow with that plaster made of sleep. No, it won't cure my problem, but it'll stop it showing!
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