A wave of hopelessness churns through my psyche. My soul is so weary, tangled up in the thorny, thousand barbwire pinpricks of missed opportunities...
My body is far worse than Kotter's uncle. Would you believe me, by reading this groan. All the open sores, All the achy joints...
" The ennui - ah, Henri! That cat can relate..."
Dancing with death, in broad daylight, deep in the dark corners of my deprived mind.
...and yet, I tell you, "I'm fine!"
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