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πππ β ButοΌοΌοΌ you have reached the ending of this story, and there's no one else left to say the final wordοΌ
γ00γ β γ»Back to where we were
γ01γ β γ» β I am mentally & physically ill
γ02γ β γ» β I hold very extreme attachment to my special interests & my identity.
ππππ’ππ’ππ. β I couldn't stop thinkingοΌ That everything is ultimately, hopelessly meaninglessοΌ