"Hey, how are you?"

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"I'm not doing too well to be honest. I feel like a cold dark blanket has been wrapped around me, slowly suffocating me. I want the world to just stop for a second so I can catch my breath, instead of feeling like I am hanging on by a single thread. I want to run far away from here and go somewhere, where I am a stranger… I — I want to be free."

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"I'm alright, you?"