You killed this thing inside of me. I thought it was something sweet, something kind, something that made me feel like I had a purpose. But now, I can't even bear to move, it hurts to breathe, and it's gone. Will it ever come back? I don't know. You killed this passion and I don't know if it's ever coming back, and I'm not sure how much I care about it anymore.
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