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What happens when all the words I used to read have been drained of all their comfort?

When the pictures I used to watch no longer bring me home?

When repeated mantras lose their effectiveness?

I think i've reached the point in adulthood where I understand that this is it.

There is np happy ending, no fairy tale, no final point of achievement or understanding.

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