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I Think
It’s staring again.
I can feel it dripping through my veins making me cold and weary. I don’t sleep, I can’t eat much.
I hide it so well but I’m silently screaming for help.
I’ve become bitter, seeing other people happy makes my stomach churn.
Happy.
What truly is happiness? Is it love? Is it friendship? Is it money?
No, it’s freedom, Freedom from this feeling of ugly and hurt and disappointment.
I think I can be truly happy when I can rely on myself and myself only. That way there will be no disappointments.
I think.

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