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But real talk—makes me sad too. Some of ‘em, they’re trapped, dahling. “The heart is a lonely hunter,” like in the movie. Stuck in a cycle, no fancy slow-mo exit. Pisses me off—why’s the world gotta be so cruel? I’d dive in, save ‘em all, but nah, I’d probs just get sued. Ugh, reality sucks.

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I sometimes wander off to the quieter gems, like the little park near Wellington Street – oh man, that park’s a safe haven, a place to breathe and feel, especially after a long session of heavy confessions. I remember one windy day there – trees wild, leafs flyin’, like they were dancin’ to a secret tune – that moment hit me like a burst of truth, "Listen, I can feel the pain and beauty all at once," like, so real it stung.

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