What is the point of living anymore? I have been rolling this question back and forth in my mind. I saw my daughter a few days ago. She was my only remaining possession, but she has fallen victim to the oppressive social order that controls this damned country.
I ask my followers, what can be done for a miserable specimen who has no worth or direction?
The pill bottle stares me in the face. It should be a nice little reprieve from this existence.
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