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Finally read the hunger games trillogy. the first book left me nervous and thrilled. the second left me worried yet excited. i expected the third would grant me that exhuberant relief that comes with good overcoming insurmountable odds to triumph over evil. those of you who read as a way of life know what i mean.
instead the third book left me hollow, numb, and sobbing. a heavy, desperate depression that left me staring at my phone wishing to text the only person who would have understood perfectly. known just what to say.
but he's gone. his number long since deleted, his social media connections rusted and abandoned.
its been a while since i felt this totally alone. numb and wandering in a crowd.
i dont think ill ever recover fully from the scar he left behind.
i'm really regretting buying those books now.
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instead the third book left me hollow, numb, and sobbing. a heavy, desperate depression that left me staring at my phone wishing to text the only person who would have understood perfectly. known just what to say.
but he's gone. his number long since deleted, his social media connections rusted and abandoned.
its been a while since i felt this totally alone. numb and wandering in a crowd.
i dont think ill ever recover fully from the scar he left behind.
i'm really regretting buying those books now.
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