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by lane33

One of the most frustrating things, is when people say they know how I feel. Frankly, no you don't. I'm not discrediting the burden you are saddled with, as your trials and tribulations may have been great, but you can't possibly know how I feel. Can you possibly comprehend what its like to feel empty? to feel nothing? Sometimes, people take it a step further. When talking about being hurt, they feel the need to relate a story about how they overcame the tragedy of a passed away family pet or one time daddy didn't buy them everything. While those may be instances of pain, pain and hurt are two separate categories entirely. Pain is short term. Temporary. Hurt can be eternal. Something you don't just "get over". At least the people who say things like "get over it" aren't misguided. They don't understand, but at least they haven't deceived themselves into thinking they know what it's like to hurt. Abuse after abuse scar tissue forming over broken nerves only reflect the inner hollowness of no more feeling. Ever so often a flair of hurt wears down the numbed barriers becoming the only thing that's real. You can't tell me you know how I feel. Because I don't feel. Not anymore.
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