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Now she is gone
Tuesday, May 21, 20131:25 AM


Now she is gone. I am feeling hopeless and lost. I am scared to say and talk about it.

I feel so disassociated from myself and everything else and everyone else. Anything related from my life seems so far away like it wasn't even real. Everyone around me is still moving while I stood there motionless, staring into space trying to get hold of myself. But still I wouldn't or probably I couldn't. 

I definitely seems like a dream. . .