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Everyday is exactly the same. There is no love here and there is no pain. I can feel the rise of watching in case I lose myself again. I m writing on a little piece of paper, I m hoping someday I might find I ll hide it behind something, but I m still inside. I wish this could have been any other way. But I just don t know what else I can do.