#so I'm sure my editing has gotten better even though im being lazy about learning

[simmingonthelow]

There's something about being alone that disturbs me. Sometimes the past gives this crushing feeling that creeps up on me on the few times I'm alone......

It feels very real, even though I know it isn't. Like all my scars have re-opened, feeling deeper that they have felt before.

I fall back into the desperation I felt. The overwhelming feeling of loss.

The pain of sacrifice. It's more intense than the last time I felt it. Why does it feel so much. Worse.

Sucking me deeper into the depths of depression. Making me wonder why I still choose to feel......

I silently become overwhelmed. Hoping that it would all just stop, but I'm too scared to say out loud. It is..... It.......Is.......

Forced out by familiar sounds....familiar touch....It slowly fades away. And I come back to the present.....

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