My Life
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Last published Mon, Jul 20, 2020
Life isn't fair I think we have all experienced this feeling at one point or another. most have a more tragic reason that others to say these words. to all those suffering from emotions you can't seem to comprehend we all hear the same advice the "It gets better." the "get over it." the "there are other people with worse problems."
The pain I feel seems to be endless but then again maybe it's me being dramatic. I have had so many things happen to me before the age of 10. who cares though life doesn't stop just because you are suffering so what is the best you can do but pick yourself back up.
There was a point in my life where I didn't know what it felt like to not feel broken. until one every special day I didn't know I should have appreciated more than I thought.
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