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All those moments seem so special. Everything seemed so right. For every little thing gone wrong, I lose that feeling more and more. The continual let downs, atrophy my compassion and eat at it like a cancer. I still care. I still care...and that's my disease. I'll keep caring, and I'll keep being let down. And one day, way into the future, i will stop caring. i will love nothing anymore. one day the little let downs that don't mean anything will become too much. one day i will leave you all. one day someone will break me, and i will be gone. one day, there will be no one left to keep me here.