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If it's any consolation...

I know that life has better points. I can remember them. And maybe one day I'll experience them again. As fleeting as they are. But right now and right here. As I sit here in my dilapidated room. I feel a lost hope. The kind of hope that kills you more than any breakup, or dramatic event can.

I stare at strangers these days. Not because I want to see them, but because I'm trying to remember what it felt like when faces meant something. The mirror's become a stranger too. Sometimes I stand there, touching my cheek, wondering if skin is supposed to feel this cold.

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