"Not knowing, uncertainty, being left to guess or worse, hope. There is a tiny, mammalian, pouch laying thing that thrives deep inside the mind of every human being, a little animal born from the love of chewing on its own tale, a tiny, ugly thing that loves to eat of itself. Most people can blame their chewed-up nails for its existence but when push comes to shove that ugly little shrug begins to breathe fire and claim whole lives. When there is nothing else left to harm you, you will harm yourself. It’s the proof in the pudding that we are a fractured species."
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