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I had to do some work, because I didn't do it yesterday like I was supposed to. I did it, then went out and everything looked the same. People are too nasty and bitter to other people because they choke on their own fear and they have no dignity. And then I have anxiety-fear because (I do not know who these people are in the end). I KNOW I CANNOT RELY ON THEM. You cannot rely on anything, but it's always full of surprises; some of them are awful (i know when you're depressed you don't laugh you don't eat much), but I know, ultimately, some of them are good. Most of them are good. In the end, we prevail. With the wrinkles and all, and then we rememeber that it is true that we'll die. (how boring it must be to be dead when you were once alive). I can wear these shoes again. One day they will not be sick. and THEY WILL PAY FOR IT.
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