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I'm not... There is so much I am not. Happy? No. Angry? No. Sad? No. Then what? Empty. But this isn't you. I know. You're so different. I know. All of your energy... Stolen. All of your passion... Taken. All of your fight... Gone. ... for good? I couldn't tell you. But before- Everything from before feels unreal, fake. Surely you'll feel different tomorrow. Surely. . . . So I suppose it doesn't matter.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
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I'm not... There is so much I am not. Happy? No. Angry? No. Sad? No. Then what? Empty. But this isn't you. I know. You're so different. I know. All of your energy... Stolen. All of your passion... Taken. All of your fight... Gone. ... for good? I couldn't tell you. But before- Everything from before feels unreal, fake. Surely you'll feel different tomorrow. Surely. . . . So I suppose it doesn't matter.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
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