You have no idea.
That’s the problem.
You have no idea.
No one does.
No one knows the garbage I’ve dragged this body through.
The aches and scars and broken bones I’ve just kept quiet.
The things that are killing me but I don’t make a peep about.
That’s the problem.
You have no idea.
No idea how this is affecting me.
So let me tell you.
I am not freaking okay anymore.
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