"She knew what it was like, knew where it led, when you killed off a part of yourself. When you stopped letting people in, stopped allowing yourself to feel. Knew what a lonely place it was. Knew the longer you stayed there the harder it was to come back. To reach out, to ask for help, to grasp onto the hand that was reaching out. How easy it was just to let the nothing, the numbness be your friend, your lover. She knew what it was like to think there was no one who could possibly understand."
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