i don't exist

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i hate reaching that point when i get so out of it, i just sit there and stare at a wall for hours on hours and sometimes days.
 because someone needs someone there for them but if i can sit for a few days, just staring blankly at a fucking wall without any disturbance, it makes me realise that no ones actually there. 

and sometimes that will send me back, and i don't want that, but the pain's over bearing and it's too much and i know i can do this for the rest of my life because i don't even fucking exist to the outside world.


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