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I don’t fit anywhere. Not at work. Not at home. Not with family. Not with anyone. I’m disposable unless I’m entertaining or useful. Otherwise, I might as well not exist. I screamed so hard yesterday my throat still hurts, but the tears won’t come. Just this heavy weight that keeps me tired and stuck. I’m alive, but not really.
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