My parents' marriage was a sham.
I lost everything I knew.
If the love between them wasn't real, then anything I felt wasn't real.
I used to go out when I was fifteen/sixteen and sleep with guys just to feel something.
But I can't feel anything.
I'm not real.
And I hate everyone who can be happy.
Because I can't be.
I'm not real, not real. Not. Real.
I'm
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