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    The air itself feels heavy, thick with despair that clings to my skin like a damp shroud. Every breath is a struggle, each inhale a sharp pang of hopelessness. Colors are but a distant memory, replaced by an endless grey that stretches across the horizon and reflects the emptiness inside. The once familiar comfort of my own thoughts has morphed into a constant cacophony of self- loathing and intrusive fear. Even the concept of "self" feels like a cruel joke, a fleeting illusion swallowed by the overwhelming nothingness

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    child, bad quality, blurry, Sun-drenched laughter echoes through the park, the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming wildflowers filling the air. Warmth radiates from the hand clasped in mine, a silent conversation woven through the joyful rhythm of our steps. Every vibrant color pops against the clear blue sky, each moment a brushstroke painting a masterpiece of shared experience. Butterflies dance in my stomach, mirroring the flight of the monarch overhead. A tidal wave of gratitude washes over me, overflowing for the simple joy of this perfect, precious moment.

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