I want to leave. I want to leave right now, and I don't want to ever come back.
I can't do this anymore. I really can't. I'm not whining, or complaining, I'm just stating facts. I can't do thisWhen did I lose myself? I don't know who I am anymore. I should be really happy right now, but instead I'm just... I'm nothing. My bed has more emotions
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