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“I didn’t say anything. I could hardly just say I was sick. I couldn’t explain it, the feeling I had that everything was falling away and trying to grab hold of any of it only made me lose it faster. The feeling that everything I did just made me sink lower, and I couldn’t move anymore.”

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Book:Different Worlds
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Different Worlds

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