It's tough to start life again and to be hopeful. Hoping is the last thing I want to do right now. I do not want to desire anything. But above all, I love myself, and I care for myself. I cannot breathe. Eating, sleeping and every mundane work seem like eternal torment. How can someone rise from this low point of life? I was shown every promise, light and hope and they were snatched away from me, within a blink!
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