FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK.
Fuck.
FUck fuck fuck fuck.
God, my chest is going to explode. There's too much in there, and I want to get it out somehow, but I don't know how. It itches and it's nauseating and I want it out, but I can't get it out. I hate feeling like this because it fucking is NOT me. I'm the person who's always being
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