"It was a battle. The bad overdoing the good. It was living, although most of the time it feels so much like dying. I was empty. Not exactly broken, but not exactly intact either. I was clouded with sad emotions. Always feeling alone. Never good enough. Never worthy. Still, no one understands. Not even one. Because you'll never really know the things I really feel unless you felt them yourself."
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Heal me with good words.
