Counting Up From Zero.

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You may as well be lying on your back, staring up at the sky as the cold rain hits your face. It isn’t a refreshing rain. In fact, the drops may as well be made of bricks. That is how it feels. Cold, hard, cruel. Zero.

You have failed yet again, probably for the hundredth, no, the thousandth time just in this life alone. God forbid there was a life before and there will be one after this eternity of misery. Nobody wants another fresh hell.

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