"It feel like I'm watching my life happen through a fuzzy television screen. i feel dad assay from this world. almost foreign in he body. as if every happy memory has been wiped clean from the bowl of my mind. I close my eyes and I can't remember what happy feels like. my chest collapses into my stomach knowing that I have to get up in the morning and pretend I'm not fading away all over again. I want to reach out and touch things. I want to feel them touch me back. I want to live. I want the vitality of my life back."

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