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What it feels like to get run over by multiple automobiles.  Bruised, battered, dazed, so sore I can't even sleep.  Emotionally fucked.  Not in the good way.  Not in a good way.

It's like there are a crew of little devils carving out my insides from the inside out.  Ripping away piece by piece, and I can feel every tear at my being taking with it a little more life each time.  Shallow breaths.  Uncontrollable tears glassing over my eyesight without warning.  A cold, hard stare at everything I see.  Numb and dumb.  Lost and alone.

Tomorrow is a new day.  Got to start somewhere I suppose...but I've been fooling myself all along.  I'm not getting up from this.