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The Last Glimpse
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Lopende, voor het eerst gepubliceerd apr. 26, 2022
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There all gone. They all left me. Why Am i still breathing but dying inside?

I feel like giving up, I don't have anyone to fight for. 

Why wake up if you have no one to greet Good morning and cook food for? 

I can't find my happiness, I can't even smile genuinely. I don't like being in photos anymore, looking at myself makes me sick to my stomach. I can't even remember the last time i felt happy.

Pain is grasping my heart and shattering it to pieces.
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INNER DEMONS

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They say life is full of surprises - but they never said some of them would break you beyond recognition. I wake up every day carrying a weight no one else can see. I laugh. I smile. I play the part. But deep inside, I'm unraveling - quietly, painfully. No one notices the war behind my eyes. The kind of pain that doesn't scream, it lingers - slow, quiet, deadly. I've forgotten what peace feels like. I only know how to survive... not live. "I'm okay." It's the lie I tell, because it's easier than explaining the emptiness. My inner demons whisper that I'm not enough. That I'll never be. And sometimes... I believe them. Sometimes, I feel like I'm already gone. But even in the darkness - even when I'm on the edge - there's still a voice, quiet and trembling, that says: "Hold on." This is a story for those who suffer in silence. For the ones fighting battles no one can see. For the broken, the tired, the ones still breathing - even when it hurts. You're not alone. And maybe... that's where hope begins.