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Thursday, 16 January 2014
Maybe I'm too young to know pain?
Crying myself to sleep every night isn't pain, every word you say cuts deeper than a knife cutting my flesh. I guess having my heart ripped out and thrown around every day by someone I love isn't pain. I guess being consumed by the anger and frustration I have festering in my heart isn't a pain.
Not being able to look at my reflection in a mirror without turning away in disgust and dissatisfaction because I know I'm not happy, because I know my life is an intricate, deceptive stage cloaked with careful lies isn't pain.