Like when you were a little kid and you got so sad, maybe about something little, and you thought that was it. You'd never get over this. You'd always feel this desperately, madly, hysterically lost and wronged. Feeling that all the time. Feeling like you have no place, you're a silly little child, getting in the way. It makes you just want to soak your head in kerosene and hope it burns hot enough to melt your brain, leaving your body a crispy husk.

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