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Crazy.

How free time gives you room for such unthinkable thoughts.
And such thirst for stability. As if being a drone working for a microcephalic employer was in any way a comfort to my life. Of course it wasn’t. But I want to speak about truth. And I want happiness. Let me continue to deny any hope for my future by retreating into hedonism. Let me cry, and let me speak truth.

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