Hope In The Darkness. Comments

Mama, if you're listening, talk to God. Talk to Him about me. Because I can't even tell what I feel anymore. I don't feel sadness or anger—I feel nothing. And yet everything hurts.

The world is colder than I remember. I've forgotten what it means to feel safe. I try to rest my head somewhere, anywhere, but no place feels like home anymore. Not this bed. Not this body. Not this life.
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