The Best Worst Thing

The Best Worst Thing

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You look at other people's lives and wish you could live theirs. But I wish I could go back to just living mine. I was never normal to begin with, but after the car crash and the coma, things began to become weird. The random blackouts. People saying we did something I couldn't remember. Random cuts and bruises appearing on me. It was like I was somehow living two lives. I couldn't put two and two together. I only wanted to be normal and go back to being who I was before this madness... But I couldn't. Not anymore. Something was different, I wasn't sure what, but I would figure it out. The only remaining question was... How?
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so, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been so exhausted. I'm not better, I'm not sure if i ever will be, but I'm not numb, not entirely. I can't say how I'm feeling, or what i am going to write, but if you want it, it's here. This is for you. For everyone who was made to be the villain by those meant to be by their sides. For everyone with a sensitive heart made to grow strong much too quickly. For everyone who struggles to get out of bed in the morning. For everyone who never could find the words to say why. For everyone who struggles to feel and for everyone who feels too much. For everyone who had to pick themselves back up. For everyone who had to parent themselves. For everyone fighting an invisible battle. For everyone who has been underestimated. For everyone who has to flee to other worlds to cope. For everyone who found other means to silence their voices. For everyone who was silenced. For everyone who was over powered. For everyone who was made to be less. For everyone who had to watch someone else suffer and stay silent. For everyone asking themselves, why? Why would you do this? What did I do? Why is this happening to me? It was never your fault.

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