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False hope is bumming my stone. Horrendous news, days of pain, then an inconclusive test........ I just realized I hung a shitload of hope on this peg without meaning to. All other evidence points to the worst case but I just don't want it to be true. All my experience of inconclusive nuggets is that the rest of the box definitely taste like chicken. My inner child took control for a moment and fucked up my perspective on the reality of bad. So now I'm bummed. Because if I have so little control, I'm not going to make it through the shit that lies ahead.
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