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Dissatisfaction. Uneasiness. A constant state of dysphoria. Neither happy, nor sad, just unvarying anxiety. About what you might ask. Well, nothing in particular. It’s quaint really, the thought of being trapped in your skin, forsaken in your mind, and uninhabited in your heart. Nothingness consumes your being in a yearning for a remedy but a remedy is what we cannot a find and that remedy is happiness
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