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I realise that some part of me wants to stay here; every time I've come close, it's merely been a wound, not the fatal blow. 
But sometimes for the life of me, I can't come up with a reason why. 
It's like I'm suspended in animation, waiting for something else to do the dirty deed for me. I realise that some part of me wants to stay here; every time I've come close, it's merely been a wound, not the fatal blow. But sometimes for the life of me, I can't come up with a reason why. It's like I'm suspended in animation, waiting for something else to do the dirty deed for me.
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