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Nobody realizes just how far their hurt can go. And it’s not a cheesy story. Not being able to escape the pain; knowing you only have to deal with it for another year. But the apologies mean nothing. Because they’re already dead to you. It just feels hollow and there’s nothing that can change that. Trying to be able to pick yourself up and say, “I’m better than what they treat me,” isn’t easy. I don’t see why others are so different from you. Although its not like it matters. The hollowness makes way for unspeakable thoughts and actions. I hope most of you never know how it is. And the pain, the pain.. It comes to a point where you have to give up. Because every little thing you do, is never enough. And it never will be.