Sometimes I think my bed will comfort me or that my couch will stop my complaint. Then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions. My throat prefers to be choked; my bones welcome death. I hate my life; I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, because my days have no meaning.
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