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'It's OK,' he tells me. 'If you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than i've ever wanted anything in my life.' His voice craks with emotion. He stops, clears his throat, takes a breath, and continues. 'But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's OK if you have to leave us. It's OK if you want to stop fighting.'

I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

I don't want to be in this suspended state where I can see what's happening, where I'm aware of what I'm feeling without being able to actually feel it.

The more the world shoved us thogether, the more we shoved back - and aginst each other.