Broken
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Last published Sun, May 8, 2016
My soul was permanently damaged. Nothing could heal this. I was a mess, and the worst part, I had to act like I was ok. I'm not ok. Never have been, never will be. Everything crashed down in a matter of seconds I couldn't even process it anymore. I didn't want my life anymore. There was nothing for me to live for anymore.
Or was there?
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