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After extensive care, I'm FINALLY out of that white, clean dungeon. I hated it in there... Whilst in a coma, I could hear everything, I was totally conscious, apart from that I couldn't move. I heard Phil by me every day, sleeping in the chair next to the bed, holding my unresponsive hand. I so wished I could have gotten up and thrown my arms around his neck. But I couldn't say that to him.... He didn't feel the same. Why did love have to be so complicated? Why couldn't two people love each other and be together? That sounded nice. Not like my and Phil's relationship. That would never work out... WHY ME?!

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