How fucked up is that wasting away inside, sitting on the sidelines of life because you think you're incapable of being loved and don't even want to try. Fuck...
No one should have to suffer like that. In a way that's lasting and overtakes your identity or ability to love yourself.
No one can show you to yourself in that place, except you. No one else can put you back together again.
You disassembled yourself in that experience to protect it. You have to recognize the pieces and how they fit back together.
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