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"Sometimes I feel like a shadow of myself,
Lost between who I am and who I want to be,
wondering if simply existing
is all I'm meant to do."

"Back in my room, the silence crept in, the darkness returned, and so did I, alone again, with the hurt I couldn’t outrun."

Every small self-inflicted punishment feels like relief. Relief from the shame, the guilt... a brief reprieve from the agonizing pain.

"How do I love myself when each breath feels borrowed, each heartbeat hesitant, like I’m here by mistake?"

"Pain is looking at someone with a smile, while inside, you’re breaking in silence.
The ache that only you can feel.
Pain is living, while inside, you’re barely holding on."