The memories, the longing, the fear, the hurt. The hurt. It's strange how something on an emotional level can actually feel like physical pain. Like a constant heartache.
I guess no matter how brave a front I put up in the day, it's the nights that always get to me. When I'm faced with my self and have no where to run, that's when I break and shatter.
Then I pick myself up again for a new day. A bottomless pit. An endless vicious cycle.
I'm so tired.
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