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How could I get so lost in a place I know so well? How could I be so sad in a family that was so happy? How could I be so lonely when there are so many people around? How could I be so sad when there was so much beauty around me? How did I become me? When I myself am still a mystery? The worst form of crying is the one that is done in secret. The one in which everyone else is sleeping. The one in which you feel it in your throat, and tears cause your vision to blur as they fall from your eyes. The one that makes you feel like yelling at the world. The one where you simply need to stop breathing and put your hand on your stomach in order to be silent. The one in which you find that you can no longer breathe. The one in which you realize that the person who meant the most to you has passed away. πŸ˜πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜€πŸ™‚πŸ˜πŸ˜ΆπŸ˜”

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