The pain is still there. The grief and the shame. But I get it now. Shutting it off, it’s a cheat. I mean, you put up this wall and shut out everything that makes you who you are. Nothing affects you, nothing matters. But things do matter.
                                       Things that happen can’t be undone.

You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about  s u r v i v a l; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in…

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