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Putting life on hold,
to wait, float in limbo, between worlds. Panic replaced by numbness, despair by apathy. I would welcome the stress again if it would jumpstart something, anything. My only emotion left to flare and spark as brightly as they all used to is a bitter, foul hatred for those who dictate my life. Unsettled, knowing deeply that I still desire the end yet sensing that my heart is no longer invested in the means. Still, what would I do if I left this situation, exited from limbo, to choose one of the worlds?
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