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Spitting out words.

So I decided to sleep after all but not before I write this for you people. Oh, who am I kidding, I am just writing this for myself on a public place of course.

So, this is kind of a letter and I am pouring myself onto a piece of digital paper.

I drown in an infinity hole whenever we fight. I become numb. I start feeling nothing. I am in a deep circle of nothingness. My mind seems to just stop working and pounding hard against my forehead. I don't think things. I can't. I just have to get this out of my friend, and I don't have any other way. Dark, long trees of numbness surround me and I have nowhere to go. I am lost. And there is nobody to guide me, nobody to take my hand and get me out. The only person whom I had expected to be here, with me, in these forest to take my hand and show me the way out is in a forest of their own. This is kind of a vision quest, something that'd show me what I want and how I want it but the thing is my mind becomes too numb to think about it and solve it. This has become my own Rubik's cube, or even more complicated. These are the only few words I've been able to utter right now and I know it's not my best or near it but does it look like I care about it right now? 

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