I feel dead. The only public space I was ever able to be my authentic self and the people I met in that skin were ripped away. I can't be me, and it kinda feels like I was murdered in a way. All capped off by something I was never looking for, but fell right into my lap, unexpected joy, feelings I never genuinely felt before nor ever thought I would. Now I'm in some sort of limbo, shouting into the void as the walls are closing in, the floor is falling and I only have the energy to just survive.

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