Dear Feeling of Failure,
Please depart from me. You depress me beyond measure and I've come to really dislike you. You tell me I've lost the game while it's still going. As if I've lost what I found before it could even leave. Maybe it's not going to leave; what right do you have to spit on me? I intend to resist you and ignore you. But I'd much appreciate it if you walked away altogether.
Sincerely,
Stephanie Ann
I will remain in high hopes that through my colloquy of heart to confession, you will come to thoroughly penetrate the very entity of my enduring fidelity.
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