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I’m 30!

Officially not a kid anymore.

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Alone

Been here before, more than anyone should have to admit. Close to the edge and one foot always over the line.

The pain and hurt swallow you like a black hole. The mind and heart become fractures. The remaining shards crushed, swept away easily with a single action or word.

The saddest part though, isn’t the hurt, it’s becoming addicted to the pain. Addicted because it makes you feel and feeling means you’re alive.

Living is the hardest. Everything hurts. You want it to end, but are terrified to feel something good. Good might get ripped away and that would leave an ache all over again, probably worst than last because you should know better. You’ve been degraded and defeated into believing you deserve nothing else. So with an emptiness you resign to aloneness.