It's the little things that creep through the cracks. The cracks of your life have become filled with these microbes that nag at you. They invade your hinges and paralyze your person. They creep, corrode and cauterize your being into a shape most undesirable. They tinker, twist and then melt your mind - corrupting each of your thoughts. What was once so simple is now a conundrum of complexity in their sordid little world. Miniature invaders raised a weakened portcullis and terrorized your crumbling castle - and at the helm of this crusading force is you - a weak and brittle little man who always screamed, "don't sweat the small stuff."
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