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You're alive and I exist. You would disagree with that, and maybe you'd see it opposite of me. Opinions are directly opposed on that, and yet we survive.

Last night you wanted to know what was wrong with me, my face turned so red. Was it really that bright? That was unintentional, I couldn't control it.

Could have been due to the smothering pillows I held between air and my mouth, forcing labored breaths to place carbon dioxide through my lungs in a higher portion. Placing a glow around what I found to be calm this morning.

We all have our ways of coping, straightening out our thoughts. I put mine in a letter.

Another way was to strike the side of my head with the ball of my hand repeating until I felt it right. Of course I wasn't looking and perhaps you didn't see. I tried to make sure you didn't see it.

Looking in your eyes at best was difficult. Of course, you did see that.