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Sometimes I find it hard to breathe.. It's strange. I can't seem to realize how much I hate being alone until everything I love is taken away. It's like stabbing yourself in the throat and plugging the hole with a container of salt.

*Looks to the sky and shrugs*

Maybe there'll be a day when I won't have to suffer like this.. Next year, perhaps. Until then, I can only pray quietly to whatever deity will listen.