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... ping out of the house, I began to run for miles. With each inhale, my lungs grew heavier. Eventually, I found myself unable to push forward any longer, sitting down on the first bench I saw.
"Ah, yes. That whore of a psychologist surely told my 'depressed' state to the psychiatrist," I mused, a sly grin forming on my lips. "With this knowledge in mind, I will play my part flawlessly."
The early awakening serves a purpose; my eyes, tinged with the darkness of weariness, will appea ...
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