I am incomplete. I do not know what is lacking but
something is. I am devoid of the ability to immerse myself truly in a
single moment or a single emotion. Everything I do, I do halfheartedly;
and everything I feel is affected by thought and what ought to be. I am
inept and incomparable to the average human and the days are wasted on
me. The days are wasted on me.
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