There's something always mysteriously wrong with the people who seem the most at ease. There's always something hurting, something always threatening to burst.
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.