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My heart is already beating. I don't know why but the moment I open my eyes and look onto the ceiling I just don't want to get out of i.

And that there is no need for me to let out another bit of my energy because I've come so far to be disappointed. And even when I feel as if I've struck something, something that looks like healing.

It isn't. Oftentimes, I feel so confident like I'm at 95% but when but when in reality of exposes where I am comes, it back to me. I feel alone.

“Tired, frustrated.”

Words cannot express how I feel at this moment. There is a slight knock at the door when I'm busy in my morning thoughts that wish to cripple me. At least that is what they're good for.

I raise myself up from the bed and push the blankets away. I do not bother to change into something the night before because of how horrible I feel.

I'm just in the same position as I head to the door and I open it. For some reasons, I am not surprised by the person standing right in front of me.

He look