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When do I stop crying and start living once more?

It sure as hell isn’t now. Sadly so. Or maybe not.

All is transient. But it comes back! But it’s transient. But it always returns!

Shut_ the_fuck_ up! You. Idiot. Stupid. Fat. Bitches! Playing dominatrix here…

When does the arguing stop for once, just in time for a minute, or 2 of silence in here?

It’s transient and chronic and reocurring, among other things.

Yeah_and_it_took_you _this_long _to _see_it? Good. Luck. With. That.