Whilst I was always the broken hearted, I've not taken it lightly since donning the orange jumper. Things always seemed clearer when you're alone, when you're faced with nothingness. In the dead of night, when the emptiness kicks in... you see yourself as you were, as you are and as you will be. Why do my eyes water, why does my heart ache, why do my shoulders feel the weight hasn't been lifted? Why does the feeling of emancipation not come to me like it did before... Why?
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