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I hate this feeling of rotting from the inside out. It's like there's this sickness so deep in my bones that nothing can cure it. It's not constant, but when there are no distractions or pressing issues, it just feels wrong. I can't do anything productive, and I hate that so so much. I guess it's my own fault though... but some things are just so deep rooted, it's going to be something that will be there for my entire life. I guess I just need to realize that there will always be a part of me that is broken. Maybe I can heal from all of this and actually be free, but nothing can fully heal this.
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
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I hate this feeling of rotting from the inside out. It's like there's this sickness so deep in my bones that nothing can cure it. It's not constant, but when there are no distractions or pressing issues, it just feels wrong. I can't do anything productive, and I hate that so so much. I guess it's my own fault though... but some things are just so deep rooted, it's going to be something that will be there for my entire life. I guess I just need to realize that there will always be a part of me that is broken. Maybe I can heal from all of this and actually be free, but nothing can fully heal this.
--DarkHeart--
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
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