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and I’m not even sure I can stand back up, not even sure I can do anything.  What was I even doing just now?  I can barely remember.

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It’s just Terminator this and save the world that.  When do I get to just be me?  Maybe I don’t want to be a hero.  Maybe I don’t want to save the world.  Maybe the world would be better if it was just machines.  God knows we’re all just machines anyway.

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I tell him, I tell him I don’t like what I’m doing, and you know what he says?  “Ah, baby, I don’t want you to like what you’re doing. If you like what you’re doing, then you won’t be my woman.”

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It’s like there’s just one thought in my head now, just one thought repeated over and over and over again.  And it’s so loud it drowns out everything else, but it’s so loud I can’t even hear what it’s saying.  I just stare at something ahead of me, something just out of reach, and I try to keep going, while hoping with everything that everything will just end.

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I think maybe you’re all living in my head, anyway, which is a thought you would think would make me feel worse, but it doesn’t.  This way, it’s just me suffering—me split into six-point-six-billion tiny, insignificant slices of suffering—this way it’s just me who’s all alone, not all of us.