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Dear FutureMe, im pulled back into that darkness once again, where i found comfort in the abyss and solemn silence rotting into my mastress all day that lump on my chest i thought i ******* out eventually grew back and stuck on my throat unable to let out a cry, only whimpers that feels like somewhat a mixture of laugh or a hurtful one, im not so sure clinging onto a wick between my fingers to stir it to try and make a sense out of it not so sure of what i am again climb and claw your *** out of that hole again and again and again and again