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I don't know when it started, maybe it was the day I stopped replying, or the night I realised- no one would notice if I disappeared, but something in me broke quietly without warning and since then I've just been existing - not living, not feeling, just trying to make it through days that all blur into the same gray. I don't even think I want to be saved anymore, I just want it to stop hurting in ways I can't explain. There was a time I used to feel things so deeply it hurt to breathe I'd stay up all night trying to hold memories together, terrified that it'd slip through the cracks if I blinked too long But now, now I wake up and I forget what I was dreaming about before I even opened my eyes. I don't get angry anymore or excited, or sad, not really. I just exist, like a shadow of someone, who used to believe they mattered and the worst part is- no one noticed the change, no one ever asks of apathy, they only miss the parts of me that smile and played along but that version of me is gone, buried beneath quiet nights, unanswered messages and all the things I never said out loud. What's left isn't a person, it's not even a ghost, just sorrowfrom