Shitloads of sppoilers
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I confronted the mirror and accepted the horror that is pain
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I failed to grab the necktie. My heart attem,pted to kill me but failed
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I have withstood the cruel electric light of day.
Goodign to get my shoes now weish me luck
Mouth tastes like sour rotting batteries. Morale is high. Going to bed, as it is dark. Not sure if i'll be able to sleep but will try.