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that I sink into hopelessness. The anger never lasts long, but at least it signifies something. It's active, it's meaningful, it's unfaltering. Afterwards, it's like withdrawal... My mind is empty, my muscles are spent, & I'm back to where I used to be. I feel pathetic because I can't even hold onto my ****ing fury. It's just as fleeting as everything else. Frustrating... And frustration isn't all that fun.
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