I'm Breaking (Rewritten)
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If any of you have read the original version of this book, I'm very sorry you had to witness that. I was young and inexperienced.
This is merely my attempt at making it better.
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Coldness. That's all I'm feeling. Coldness. The coldness from the walls, from the people surrounding me, hell, even from myself.
It's almost like home, because it's constantly there. It's the only home I have left.
The only home I can reach. The other home I used to have, well I'll never be there again. I can't reach them. Damn it, I can't reach her.
At least the coldness will never leave me.
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