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Today, as I wandered the aisles—a solitary figure adrift in the domain of reality—I gathered my resolve and approached a woman, my blood running cold with anxious anticipation. Yet, her disdainful glance cut deeper than any sword; with a somber tone, she declared, “no, but thanks,” her words a chilling void that mirrored the desolate landscape of my heart. Rejection, once again, became the burden of existence I so deeply despise—no soul in hell hath felt more torment than mine in these moments of abysmal disparity.
