| Current mood: | cold |
| Current music: | Eleanor Rigby :: Beatles. |
No more.
The pain was so sudden and piercing that it brought tears to the rims of my eyelids. Now all I can do is lay on the floor of this room, curled up beside the wall and hold my stomache until the pain passes. If it ever will. Slowly and surely I will suffocate inside this mind of my own with the thoughts no one can touch wondering if and when I will ever realize what my worth is to other people. There is no more of me than what I allow others to see and whether I can accept that or not will be my choosing. Hate is no longer a strong enough word to describe my feeling.
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