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God, how much I hate being so fucking weak.
Where's my support, where is my life, where am I?
I miss my old sister, I miss my old friends, I miss my old self. I would again be so cold that everything bounces off of me. I want the eyes no longer see, hear not the spells. I can not.
But when I see it, have they only attack surface, only more food. I do not want.
I do not want to be treated, I will not dissolve further. Who am I, damn who I really am? I want no future, I will no longer possible, I do not want anymore.
I'm afraid.
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