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How does one talk about the horror of living? There is no one I can turn towards for assistance. I have tried. Now, if I continue, they will surely think I am mad. To them I am nothing more than a troubled soul seeking nourishment and care. They will attempt to console me, when my fear knows no boundary. I think that I am alive, but I am no longer sure. Is this my Hell? My punishment for some unknown sin committed when I was younger.
