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The anger permeates my soul. My subconscious slithering like a poisonous snake into my concious life. What happened to me? Nothing can fill this bottomless bottle. No amount of water can hydrate this chapped heart. No quantity of reassurance can comfort this worrying brain. Is apathy the facade of the unapathetic? Do the inattentive pay more mind than the heedful? To what degree can a human be perfectly happy? Is their such a thing in the unmeasurable vastness of this universe? Because apparently there is no investigator sherlock enough to discover it. What makes me different to be so unexplainably sad, bitter, angry? What does hu