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I noticed how freaked out they got when that couple kissed in sight or smiled just a little too wide into each others’ adoring eyes and it felt like compressed air too many soggy molecules packed into fleeting cold stares because god forbid you be happy and *you don’t get to have love when I can barely sleep at night because my silly fucking job keeps me from what I really want and I am always the depressed wolf who gave up on finding meaning from this shit storm we call life so please, “get a fucking room” you stupid storybook happy people I don’t want you to remind me that I used to want to care or that my thoughts used to have resemblance of a child’s wish list just get out of our deteriorating lives don’t fucking come here again with your stupid storybook shit.*

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