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now i'm numb.
they have won the war. once I prayed to be one of them but i didn't know i'd be dead. they did all they could to change me. it wasn't all torment in my illlness. it had moments of brilliance and joy. at least my head was not made of fog. now there's nothing i can or want to do. rejoice enemies- now i'm numb
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