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insight seventyfive a emotional note it's the little things, building up into a pile on unnecessary darkness that sits in my head, waiting for one small this to make it all collapse as tears down my face. whether it the physical sickness or disappointment when looking in the mirror, or not being good enough at my job. the need to pause time and focus on the things I want to achieve but haven't the time with life flowing too fast. the slight of comment or laughed joke that maybe hits a nerve or dives into a place I don't wish to reenter. i'm tired of being the person I am, having certain things happen the way they do, experiencing things I don't want to remember. my memory and mind is a blessing, a curse and a prison all at the same time. but right now, it's hell.