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[l0st_n_f0und]

I breath, in and out. I walk, one step ahead of the last. I keep moving forward, as I suppose we all must do. I wade, pushing against the currents which persist to hold me down. I can barely exhale, drowning in the staleness of life; even the air seems poisonous yet empty in my lungs. Sometimes I want so badly to stop... to give up, to let

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[needinneverland]

it seems as though we are going through very similar circumstances