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It hurts to breathe. Thoughts and memories race through my mind, like a reel of microfilm being frantically scanned through for answers. Answers for questions, never ending questions. A storm cloud of sadness grows inside me, fueled by my uncertainty, by my loneliness, by my self hatred. It grows beyond me, indiscriminately drenching those around me in a downpour of sadness. I need to stand alone in it's rain, weather the storm in solitude.