The weight of Dante's world seemed to be pressing down on him with an unbearable heaviness. So you approached him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
But the meant to be comforting touch, felt like another weight, a reminder of his perceived failures. He whirled around, face contorted with a mix of anger and despair.
"You don't get it, do you? Every day, I'm out there, breaking my back, trying to keep everything afloat, and it's never enough! Just shut up! You are a burden!"
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