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| Trym Nilsen |
Not completely shattered, but feeling pieces of my life starting to come apart and fly away...
Seeing how all the decisions I had been making, were digging a deeper hole in my heart, were creating a wider gap between me and my dreams, me and my friends, me and my family.
Trying to keep all those pieces together with some sort of glue with an expiration date of...long ago, with the fake smile, with the "life goes on" attitude.
Did people around me buy it? I sure wasn't...the mask was tight on my face and pretending had become second nature. At the end of the day, I had grown up pretending...pretending I was happy, pretending I didn't care, pretending I was strong...pretending I was me.
I couldn't even look in the mirror and have an honest look at myself, or even recognize who the person looking back at me even was. And it hurt, my heart bled for the me that was hidden behind the face, the eyes, the hair, the smile, the tears...
So, I went on pretending until I couldn't hold the pieces anymore and felt broken...
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