I can't breathe. My lungs are full with the misconceptions I received from you. These mixed signals you send me mess with my head. You suffocate me by making me feel special then ordinary. It's all your fault.
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But it really isn't. My lungs are full with my own tears. I created the signals in my own head. I realized I was strangling myself with my own hands. It was all me. *It was only ever me.