If I were to lose myself, would you remember me like the way we used to be? Promise me that you'll remind me, hold my hand, hold me tight and tell me again and again to come back come back won't you please come back.
This feeling, this fear. It smothers, asphyxiates. Why don't I understand anything that they're saying, anything at all! No one ever said it would be this hard.
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