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But then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we wish they wouldn't all day long, but that will never work, or make the problem go away. It just brings an empty log ingress in the pit of your stomach and it makes you feel small and desperate. Because the sad truth is that I can't change anything, not now, or tomorrow or in a hundred and fifty years. It is something you have to accept and move on from. Otherwise you will turn into a pile of nothingness, with no meaning of life. And I won't let that happen to me.
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**Alone and hopeless... Is that everything there is to me? Do I not deserve the prospect of a change? A change for good.** Those were thoughts that went through my mind when he crushed my body with unnatural strength against the tree. I felt the taste of blood on my tongue. My surroundings started to get blurry. My head was throbbing. I began to feel drowsy. But there was one thought that gave me conscious, spinning through my head like a tedious fly keeping me from rest. **I deserve a change.**

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