(late)Valentines day special
Pain...
From the day I was rejected I felt nothing more or less but pain.
It was a common thing for me.Lived my whole life with it.HE maid me fall into depression.My life could've been described in a nice little phrase.
Dark,darker,yet darker...
My soul,heart and spirit...they were hanging on a little thread.It was the only thing keeping me from self-harm and suicide.
It was
HIM.
HE broke me more than 1 time,yet watched me get back up even more times than I had fallen.
But now...
I̩̬̼̫̜̺̠̞͙͗̑̍̇̾̈ͫ́̒͐ͭ̓ͣ̋̚̚ ̱̝͕̠̝̲̗̬̜ͦͧ̋̍w̦̣̪̳͈̯̭ͥ̓͐̅͋̄̆ͧ̽ͬ͋̒̇͗͒ͬ̋̎i̘̜̗̮͍͇͈̊̉ͥ̍̓̓̈̓̈̇ͮ̆̆l̮͖̤̰̲̘̰̓̑ͧ̔ͥ̄͋l̳̯̱̯̥͍͕̬̝͕̏̈́̋ͯ̇́̊̎͌ͧ̄̓ͮͤͪ̓ͮ̚̚ ̺̜͔̳̫͔̗̞͖̲̤̫̩̀ͯͫͧ͗ͦ̈́ͫġ̰̻̮̳͇͍͍̟̘͎̬̭̰̳̱͉̠͑ͦ͒͊̀̂̈́̓̈̄̾͛͛è̪̭̞̙̹̗̅̽ͣ̑ͥ́͒̌ͥ̔̐̓̏ͩͫt̳̹̖̳̲̱̙̭͖̠̹͖͉͔̥͓̥ͪͫ̐͒̀ͧ̔̅ͩ̇ͫ͌͛ͣ̏̅ͯ̚ ̬̥̻̻̻̫̦̘̭̆͌̓ͮ̒̾͋̏̋́ͦ̅͊̚r̖̜̭ͨ̔ͫͨ͐̈́͒̇ͮͦ̋ͫͤͬͧ̚̚e̟͙̻̘̞̰̝̗̬ͥ̄ͬ̍̓̔̄̃ṿ̥̥͛̃̂̀͋̀̎̏͛͑̈́̆͑̽e͕̗̮͕̯̦̝̝̝͔̮͍̦͔ͥ̒̉̇̏ͣ̏͂ͤn̠̯̟̱̩̣͉̙̤͉̅ͩ̆̓ͮg̙̘̲̟̯̝̥̃ͭ̒ͩ̈́ͮ́̍e̩̲̲̟̥̝̠͖̖̻̝̲̖͕̘̜ͩ͛̓͒͊̊ͣ͒̈́̍ͨ̈ͅ.̥͓̻͔̭͔͍̗͎̯͐̈́̉ͩ̈́̅̈́ͣͥͨ̇̐.̰̪̺̰͍̫̭͇͙̠̞̺͍͍̦͖̝̌̐͐̔̾̑̊͑̓͗͌̄.̝͈̥̮̗̬̭̙͙̳̣̹̫͓̙̐̂ͨͭ͛̚ͅ
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