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[killerhippie]

Everyday I grow up a little bit more, and everyday I realize how much darker the world is. Death is irreversible and incomprehensible, it leaves you with no options, and sometimes is so surprising that you find yourself reaching to help someone who isn't breathing anymore. I feel disgusted with myself for shedding so few tears, yet I wait in fear

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[lovelybat]

My response has been bouts of horrible sadness punctuated with complete detachment. I guess a person can't just hurt all the time, they need a moment to breathe, and will do whatever is necessary to get that. To detach, to forget, to die