I have anguish babies. Stuck to my back like leeches. Growing plump on fear.
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I don't get it. I don't see why existence can't just be a perfect picture of beauty, fun, growth, and all the positive shit we love about being alive. I hate the feeling that I'd rather be somewhere else. Why must we go through this?
Allow me to pose you a riddle: what do you get when there is both a hole and not a hole occupying the same space?