To rejoin life, is to accept what has happened, but I can't accept it. I can't move forward, can't turn back, so I hold my breath living in a suspended state of existence.
There is no preparing for this, no books, no pictures, no training; it's reality.
It makes me wonder if sometimes I would be better off, not having come into this world.
Everything that was familiar is now unfamiliar, what's light is now dark. The world seems a vast and unfriendly place.
What you see, hear, feel; somehow you are just supposed to put it all away, forget you saw it, move on.
Is this hell? Or is hell never to love again?
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This is oddly contradictory to the tone of "No Guarantees", your first post. I much prefer to go by those wise words that the sad, desparate gloom and doom of this lot of words.
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