Maybe I just feel it differently than everyone else.
Maybe I feel nothing to what can cause devastation to others, and maybe what causes another to be completely torn apart provokes absolutely no feeling in me. Or maybe I'm just messed up in a different way than everyone else. Everyone is damaged in one way or another. I don't think many people realize that you have to do whatever it takes to move on and survive. Pain changes people. Nobody truly knows me, or what's gone on in my life. Nobody really knows what kind of weight a person carries on their shoulders. I guarantee that you probably truly think you know me, or anyone else but you never will. You will never know the darkest parts of someone. What goes through their head when they're awake alone at night. What they think about, or how they really truly feel. People become good at lying, and it's not because they want to deceive others. It's because they try so hard to deceive themselves.
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