I'm on the edge.
Brain dead.
I wonder how that feels.
Pushed to the limit after fighting a war. You've walked a thousand mile to reach to where you're at, and a thousand more depends on your mental state. Negativity. Emotional breakdown. All that you do, everything you try, just keeps pushing you back, and back to where you started. We've come too far. It hits you right at the middle, where you feel the most, where you keep the most, where you've shield the most. When you feel like you've made a huge mistake and no matter how much you try, it's never going to be okay. Maybe it will be okay. Who knows. It's a never ending journey, unless you forcefully end it.
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