Sighs of exasperation echoed through the desolate landscape as I realized, once again, that sarcasm was not enough to sustain me in this wretched existence.
My love, a master of snarky remarks and biting wit, had grown tired of my feeble attempts at humor, leaving me feeling like a one-trick pony in a world full of cleverly crafted put-downs.
As I wandered aimlessly, my heart heavy with the weight of unrequited love, I stumbled upon a cryptic message scrawled on a dumpster: "Sarcasm is not enough, seek help."
I laughed, of course, because, well, it was funny. But deep down, I knew it was a call to action, a beacon of hope in a world that had grown too familiar, too comfortable in its own mediocrity.
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