My pain is constant and sharp an I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflected on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis my punishment continues to allude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself, no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
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