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My life has been stolen from me.
Meow.
I tricked it into thinking it was going into a new life. I lied to life. I lied to my life.
Meoooooow.
Unhappiness has been upon me. I dread existence. I fear walking out the front door.
Beauty is not only in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is not only skin deep.
Beauty is relevant.
Meow. Meow. Meoooooow.
And yet, I wouldn't trade my life.
There is something sick in that theory.
Conclusion being...I am sick.
Meow.