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My fingers are numb. My head is aching and throbbing from everyday pain. There is no reason for me to keep going like this. I have to tell you something. Something that I haven’t told anyone in a very long time…. I have no feeling anymore. No more feeling to love, to hate, or to be happy. There is much to tell but so little time to tell it. I have no more hatred towards anyone except towards myself. That is my only fear now days. I need to get away; get away from my problems, from people, from own conscious. That is my luck, my destiny, my curse.