This mood is this book.--

I live an immoral life. It is immoral because it is deadly futile.

All my Tissues of body, soul, mind and heart are wasting, decaying,

wearing down, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day: with no

return to me or to my life, nor to anything human or divine.

It makes me dread my life and myself.

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