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I was dead.
I was dead after hearing how little I meant to the person
I daydreamed about.
I was numb.
I couldn't feel anything after realising she didn't tried to
call me even once while I couldn't stop crying about her.
I was stuck.
I was stuck after seeing that he was running a marathon
while I was struggling to walk
I will rise
I will rise cause now I've already been through the worst part.
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