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I can no longer find my purpose and my urge to seek it has vanished. Every word, every breath, is nothing but a waist of my existence. When can it be over?
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
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I can no longer find my purpose and my urge to seek it has vanished. Every word, every breath, is nothing but a waist of my existence. When can it be over?
ElizabethC
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
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