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I want to talk, but the words aren’t there. I’m fading away and I can’t explain why. I hate this feeling.

It’s hard to hope when there’s nothing you can think of to hope for… I used to be able to put this feeling into words, some sort of a description, some way of expressing myself, but that’s gone too.

Now it just feels like memories of the ghost dagger all over again. I remember the ghost dagger… for months I felt it stabbing me over and over, even though it wasn’t really there… and I knew I was doing it to myself. I remember holding the dagger, I remember how it felt, but I can’t see it and I never bleed from the wounds… I just ache, and feel it all over again…