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Oh, but for a chance to run away!
Jaded yet still bleeding. Bleeding yet already numb. Numbed yet still hurting.
Perhaps we've all died too much inside. Bit by bit, little by little, we lose our life, from inside out.
Walls closing in. Pressing in, pressing in. Pushing me back into myself, back where no life is left.
Stop touching me.
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Happy Chinese New Year, people.
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