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[rwaries]

I am pained and needy and ill. I hurt. It sucks. I'm a grouch. I don't enjoy myself. I mope. I get antsy. I feel alone. I can't sleep. I get bad dreams. I haven't smelled these flowers yet.

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[pseudo_revenant]

then multiple that by infinity and imagine how i feel.

[rwaries]

I'm sorry, honey. I'm just sick. I know, I shouldn't complain so much. It's my way of dealing. (You know, misery loves company and all that...) If there's anything I can do, trapped here in art prison, I'm all for it.