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                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

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                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

It hurts to fake a smile, but I do it anyway to prove that I’m stronger than I really am. To prove that I still exist.

The pain is still unbearable sometimes // littlemissimaginary (via wnq-writers)

I look young But inside I am old And filled with the deaths Of other people.

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