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It's like I can see in my sub conscious my mourning self. I am me but different. All in black nails black lips dark eyes. I am thin and fragile. My hair is black tightly wrapped in a bun with a veil over it. I stay in a very cold dark rocky underground. I have pictures of those I have lost and have hurt and what I do is mourn and cry over everything. What a terrible existence. I am happy I am not her. But she has been entering my mind more and more why?