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I sometimes feel a feeling, one that can only be described as boredom. It is so much more than that, although I have yet to find a word for this emotion. It's one that swells in my chest like loneliness and emptiness, but makes my veins run cold and hot as angers does, that tightens my muscles like I'm claustrophobic and caged, that burns my eyes like sadness and grief, that sends chills down my spine and rings in my ears makes my mind race with all the possibilities. I think of all the endless scenarios and paths my life could take, each one more desirable than the last. I feel the need to run, so I go outside and stop dead in my tracks whe

I sometimes feel a feeling, one that can only be described as boredom. It is so much more than that, although I have yet to find a word for this emotion. It's one that swells in my chest like loneliness and emptiness, but makes my veins run cold and hot as angers does, that tightens my muscles like I'm claustrophobic and caged, that burns my eyes like sadness and grief, that sends chills down my spine and rings in my ears makes my mind race with all the possibilities. I think of all the endless scenarios and paths my life could take, each one more desirable than the last. I feel the need to run, so I go outside and stop dead in my tracks whe

I sometimes feel a feeling, one that can only be described as boredom. It is so much more than that, although I have yet to find a word for this emotion. It's one that swells in my chest like loneliness and emptiness, but makes my veins run cold and hot as angers does, that tightens my muscles like I'm claustrophobic and caged, that burns my eyes like sadness and grief, that sends chills down my spine and rings in my ears makes my mind race with all the possibilities. I think of all the endless scenarios and paths my life could take, each one more desirable than the last. I feel the need to run, so I go outside and stop dead in my tracks whe