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What is happening? Please, just come talk to me and tell me what's going on. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I don't know if I'm letting go of reality, or if it's pushing me off the balcony. How could I be expected to believe the one I wished on countless stars for would turn out to be gazing at me? Esp. One so beautiful I can forget about the stars immediately after. I still don't know if I'm right or wrong. now I don't know how to feel when hearing that Wanda song. or almost all of my music. or wishing. most of the time I just feel hurt and angry. moments such as this, I don't know how to feel. I don't know what's happening, and you know I don't see. not fair. I don't even know why I started reading these again, from time to time. I must be crazy. Or you are. We are. I don't know how to feel about windows anymore. Why the secret...from me? Why me at all?
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