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[maochi]

it's the day you understand all the thoughts running through a cancer patient's mind. having a problem with no cure, absolutely helpless. outside everything is normal while inside you're slowly tearing yourself apart. you can treat it but it's a hopeless battle and its destruction is concomitant with your own. and in the end regardless of how important it is to you, you're just the next faceless statistic.

aside from that, how could you complain?