I can’t see…where am I? My lungs are burning, they hurt. Why can’t I breathe? I knew I was starting to die, because all the pressure I felt in my chest before was relieved. And I never realized this, but I was more ready for what was to come than I realized. After I thought about it, I never lived the life I would’ve liked. It was weird that I only thought about this right now, but I somewhat understand. Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this hatred? He broke my heart so why does everyone hate me, he was in the wrong, I thought to myself. If only I didn’t date him just for pity, all of this could have been avoided, if only I hadn’t fallen for his lies. I wouldn’t be feeling this...helpless.

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