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I'd rather spit out broken glass than to suffer from having the insensibility of my own mind telling me what i've become and who i will never be. It's not worth it to fight, grabbling onto whatever you have left just to say "i made it through despite..." You can't seek this sort of stability from yourself. Not now. I don't know if you ever will. The sooner you realize the more you write down like a pen running out of ink, you want to take what's left. I don't have anything left now.