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It was a serene day. I looked out across the lake. I breathed smoke. My icy eyelashes fluttered.
Weeks might as well be years.
Every second is the same.
Nothing ever changes in a significant way.
I can't snap this cycle.
I can't be content.
How do I help myself.
Is there any help for me?
I am damaged.
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