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Something is not right.
All the air has left my lungs. And I sit here waiting. As the day falls into darkness, I do not change. Nothing matters now. Not with a broken heart. One that may never heal. But of course I can't complain. After all, I am still alive. I've been told that's all that matters. All I can say to that would be.... HUMPH
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