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My story is so complex that I have to work on a blog for some time to completely explain it. Still, I tried asking help to someone who I thought cared about me. He was the one who reached out to me. Honestly, it’s tiresome to explain everything all over again. It’s not like no one reads my blog, stats tell me so. Still, no one cares to even say a hi, even show their support. Not even a single like out of 500 people, at least one person has to like even by mistake. Then why should I spend time communicating with them, they are already talking without talking. Maybe they are doing it for fun or whatever reasons I’m unaware of, what they are making me feel is real, cornering me.

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