If We Never Were Different

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If I was like him, if he were like me, if we were the same, I wouldn't want it that way. Excuse my crappy thoughts, my mind is in an unhealthy state. See, I just lost a friend and I am mourning, whatever you would call mourning to be.

I am scared lately. I have lost so much, I don't know whether I can bear losing more. Half hell, half alive, barely surviving. Wherever he might be, I only wish for him to be happy and healthy.

Thing is, no matter how deep I am in this pitch black tunnel, I would still think only the best for him even when my mind was corrupted by self-doubts and insecurities.

Right now, I think I will end this chapter by saying that I am going to be fine, for him.

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