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Sometimes it's difficult to hold on... to hold on to anything. Sometimes it's difficult to go on. I need to write something. I need to write. To walk away from this bullshit life of lies and lost hope. This dancing through hoops of fire. Growing old and stale and being expected to beg and be grateful to serve.

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