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Me, alone. Different. Stars from being hit, and bullied for something I'd never choose. Outer shell, what people see, hiding who I am inside.

Darkness is like an empty void that feels like my soul can't breathe, it threatens to boil over into a steady haze of searing pain, engulfing me, trapping me, restricting me , until I fall on my knees, exhausted, crying out for mercy and relief.

Another great question -still pondering

Me as a child, being abused.