Should I Succumb?
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Everyday feels like a plunge into the depths of hell.
Or is it more like a plunge into an endless abyss?
It's torture.
But it's dark and silent.
It applies to both, I guess.
Wait, That's not why I'm here. I'm here to imagine, to explore, and to ask.
Should I Succumb?
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