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I'm lying on the couch at my father's house, watching snow come down in steady waves outside. It's a quarter of one and I can't sleep. I feel like a complete failure.
There really are no words for this moment, for what courses through my synapses. Emptiness and ennui are part of it, but neither fully encompasses the deadening of feelinginside. I'm struggling to maintain an angry apathy at the moment; a coal of fury glowing brightly beneath the ashes of emotion.
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