I met someone tonight at a party on the beach.
Her name is Clementine.
There is something alive about her.
I don't know what to do about this.
I've been feeling so alienated and numb lately.
Forever.
The thought of not acknowledging
my feelings again seems self-destructive.
How can I continue on this path toward a living death,
a life filled with obligation and guilt and responsibility
but joyless, hopeless?
I need to speak with Clementine.
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