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I don’t feel like talking. Maybe that’s the problem.
I can’t even feel anymore. I’m numb. Desperately numb.
Tears are running through my face, and I can’t stop them.
I don’t care. It’s not worth it. I’m not worthy.
Why didn’t I jump off that bridge when I got
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