• 6 months ago
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I feel like I’ve lost who I am, like the people I cared about were stolen. This pain grows each day. I am reminded that death wasn’t the thief and isn’t my savior each time I look in the mirror. I need to be reliable, stable, and open. In order to do this I must push passed my fears and heal. This wasn’t a deal with the devil, it was saving myself, but I still feel guilty. I have no control over others but I have control over myself.

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