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Text: The demons are trying to pull me to their side, and honestly, it feels too late - too late to trust someone, too late to reach out, too late to let my guard down and rest my head on someone's shoulder. The only thing I might still be able to hold onto is a little bit of emotion - maybe just enough for the people who once cared for me, my well-wishers. I'm trying to fight for that. I really am. I'm sorry to anyone who believed I could be myself again. I've lost who I am on the inside. Each paragraph will be a test.

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