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How does a damaged person live inside their own skin?

Strength is the key, and not just the ability to lift twice someone's own body weight. The training for act such as these can simply be sped forward with a simple needle just below the surface of the skin. Although the simple fact remains, that those who have taken too much trouble over their time may try to speed up the process of keeping themselves alive, most of these methods involve the consumption of little white pills. Objects that follow a person's throat too easily for recommendation, illegal substances that bring people to the point of trying more of its kind. The mental strength is purely built over time, any bend to this rule and everything snaps easier than a rubber band coiled around an electric motor. Pulling tighter and tighter with every quick spin, there's only so much tension before someone breaks deep down. Irreparable.

What reasons do people have?

Some stupid, some valid. At the time nobody believes in the stupidity, no one cares for the victim of life before the problems persist their way into someone's lives. Once a life is offered then the interest peaks, family and friends crowd you in a protective circle. But who are the real friends? Relatable men and women who try to understand, the ones who are simply there for the gossip? As a human being I believe in neither. Friendship isn't the option or need to ask about problems, it the ability to read the problem with no prior knowledge. Maybe the question once, as a clarification. A true friend isn't likely to walk away upon hearing the words 'I'm Fine', and if they do then they are yet another breed of faker, more dangerous than the others.

Can it be fixed?

Darkness is eternal, a being strong enough to pull down champions at the best of times. The feeling of pain is something that tolerates us merely as much as we tolerate him, his disguise is suited to hide in the bodies of those we trusted dearest. Although you weep over his laughing body, as though he might one day care. Pain feels no remorse, he'll strike someone during the happiest times of their life, leaving a permeant scar that you blame none other than yourself for. The question remains though, unsolved. Manipulation of pain and darkness is what leads people deeper into their game, every move we make plays directly into their hands. There is no problem to fix, only the broken minds of those suffering from the repercussions after a hard life fighting these internal demons.

How does a damaged person live inside their own skin?

In strength still lies a key. He waits for you to become a brother to him before revealing the secret to such a happy life that people fake themselves into day by day, and maybe that's the truth. But nobody truly lives inside their own body freely, every day the mere siblings of pain hold us back from achieving what we most desire. Pain is a bitch, but failure is what brought along Pain to begin with. Had no one failed during their years, then no one would have a reason to suffer inside their bones.

Failure has no meaning without loss, most of this is brought back to those we love closely. It destroys us to see people we care about get hurt and sometimes destroyed by the prospect of living another day. Watching someone of pure heart lose their fight causes more pain, and the chain links continue to build upon themselves. Broken hearts, broken lives. Eternal darkness.

Please, let there be no more lies...