You can accept things for what they are. But that doesn't mean you'll feel better. That's good. Feeling better was never the goal. Pain and suffering is.
There will never be another you. I have accepted that. but the pain never ends. to end the pain, means betrayal. pain requires sacrifice. Keeping it only sharpens the blade. Yet the blade keeps me alive. But is it life when survival is the goal? How much longer can I endure? Nobody cares anyhow.
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