Stuck Between The Lines
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What is wrong with me? why am stuck here to watch my friends and family suffer? why so young? i am bound here cursed to watch forever as everyone i ever loved grieves and misses me and then eventually forgets me and moves on. i am not alive and i am not in the 'great beyond'. i am simply stuck between the lines of existence.
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