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I look around and it all seems so unreal. I cannot feel. I see the trees dance in the wind. Yet, I feel nothing. I see the birds in the air…so free. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the breath of existence. I see the rain come pouring down. I feel nothing as it drips onto my face. The only way I know how to feel is through pain. The pain of knowing your life is going nowhere. Nowhere…