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Stalkers.

So this is what it feels like. I wish I can kill myself. I skipped lunch. But I'm not hungry. I'm gonna skip dinner too. I skipped visiting an old friend. I deactivated fb. I guess this feels like hiding in my own damn coffin. I should uninstall WA. I should just die.

We're not just bent, we're broken. I thought I'm gonna appreciate you being alive and with me. I thought we were going to last forever.

It's so hard to imagine you in someone else's arms, while you having that brightest smile in the universe.

It's hard to imagine that I'll never ever feel your touch anymore.

There's nothing else to live for