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Feels like there is something stuck in my troat. Breathing gets harder and harder, feelings are climbing up my spine, like a fire catching. But I’m not suffocating, I’m not burning - I just have to cry. A lot.
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I texted him, knowing actually I have lost him already a long time ago so there’s nothing more to lose. But in fact there is much to lose: The hope I have left. The hope that I can be happy again and that everything will finally get better. The thing that makes me get up in the morning. If I get to know it’s completely over there’s nothing to hold on to anymore.
But I’ll understand if he hates me, I hate myself too. I deserve the hate from this beautiful person for the mess I’ve made and I bet I will get it. I just hope I won’t.
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