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  Sometimes I stare at the walls in my room (now empty, cause I cleaned all the drawings and phrases) and I feel as empty as they are now, I think about how much I've changed, and how much my life as changed too.   One day I heard someone say that the past ceases to exist the moment it passes, all that is left are the memories of something that no longer exists, so I still remember how I felt about that person, but I no longer know how it feels to love someone that much, so I keep looking for it even though I'm not doing anything, I keep changing so I can't be stuck anymore, but I still do. Because no matter how much I change I can't get the most important thing back: Myself. The real me, the me that cared if I hurt people or not, the me that was loud and playful, the me that knew how to love someone, now I simple don't care anymore.   How can someone's heart be that broken, that the person you were before completely disappears without a trace? She new this