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Wish the rest the best as the stress pours over me...So blessed to see another 24 but as more and more time ticks the stress picks my brain...insane asylum...A problem in my head that has sped up my acceptance 2 the grave...enclaved by the thoughts of failure, short comings and pity my witty moments turn more into nomads across a deserted plain...Again I sit...Heart in a million pieces...the pain never ceases 2 remote end