And that is when you look around and you're so alone you can hear yourself breathing. The world means nothing, and you can't figure out what's so special about the future. You're screaming inside and no one can hear you. You've been screaming for too long now. That was when everybody stopped worrying about you. Get the fucking cigarette, now. I hope you'll be okay. From out to inside, she wrote.
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