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As I sit here and contemplate my mistakes, the dark, swirling abyss of my life begins to become apparent, and I start to lose all hope. Failure decorates my walls.
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I try not to despair, but feelings of woe consume me and pull me back into the mists of half-forgotten memories about fleeting moments of past successes.
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And so, I attain a form of crude enlightenment in this cave of solitude...
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| Yep...double checked it on the internet. I guess you *can't* use citric acid to dissolve the bodies of your victims. Oh well, back to square one! | |
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