Sometimes I think that the only thing I enjoy is sleep, when I can forget. When I forget how it hurts me to see you like this. How I don't want to end it but I wish it would end. How it seems empty and hollow and your pain transcends into my pain. And I feel like I could just cease to exist. I can't define it. I can just stagnate. And imagine a world where things are better and we are better. And where I'm not alone.
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