Needles piercing my heart. Ruthless pieces of sharp metal. Taking away the world and demanding to be felt. Never ending agony. Until you are screaming on the floor, begging for it to end but it doesn't. And it never will. It laughs at you. Mocking you. Daring you to stand up. Because that's the hardest part. Not taking the pain. Not letting go and letting it consume you. But standing up and moving forward. While the sharp pieces of metal still stab at you. But you stand up. Because you hope that there will be something better, something that will stop that hurt.
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