I smile, I laugh, I tell you that everything is going really well. I let you go on believing that I'm fine. Just as fine as can be. But thoughts race inside my mind. I'm here but I'm not really here. I'm not myself. I don't know how to be myself right now. I can't, I just can't. I don't know why. I hate it, I hate this feeling. I don't think I've
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