I'm suffocating myself and it's hard to breathe. I can't think straight and I'm stuck. Here. Alone. Of course I am. I always will be. I always have been. I wish I could disappear sometimes and make everything go away. Make everything stop. My thoughts. I want to make them silent. I don't like being alone but the darkness welcomes me and I accept it gracefully. The darkness comforts me. Here. I am welcome at last. Alone, but free. Alone, but me.
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