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It's some silly o'clock in the morning. You're lying there, wide awake, running the exact same conversation through your head. Again.

What you should have said. What you'll say next time. What it all means, in a spiral that somehow gets a little more dramatic every single time you play it back.

So...

Let me paint you a picture.

You wake up on a Tuesday morning. You have a full day ahead of you. Things to do, decisions to
make, people who need you. And before you've even had your first coffee, you already feel that
familiar heaviness sitting in your chest. Not tired exactly. More like flat. Like y...