There was something sadly secure in the constant of the pain .
It really was all she knew , she could depend on it. And for her any kind emotion was better than none at all. The pain ended up being her friend. It allowed her to write countless hours. Her muse, it was so natural, the normalcy of comforted her.sad truth I know . She now struggles as the pain that was a daily expectation is gone ,now if she can see the Beauty she has instead of all
She endured. Pain can be used as tool to build up oneself or used as weapon to self harm...jmg🖤
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