Ever since my world came crashing down around me I feel as though nothing makes sense. Like I'm stuck in a dream and can't wake up. I lost everything that day. I feel so lost still trying to make sense of what happened. More often than not I find myself wishing it would just end. Wanting to die but can't find a means to an end. If what doesn't kill you makes you stronger than why do I feel so weak? I should have the strength of 10,000 men by now. They say time heals a broken heart but what about a heart that's been ripped out? You can't heal something that isn't there. He has my heart and always will. He was my perfect other half, my mirrored soul. I feel as though I'm stuck in pergatory. Wandering the earth aimlessly searching for what I once had. Hoping that some day I will find it again. Praying that one day I will be whole again. Was what I had an illusion created by evil forces? If so, than how am I supposed to know the difference. How can you tell between true love and the devil's disguise? If everything I thought I knew was wrong, how do you know what's right? I'm more confused than ever before. I keep praying for guidance, praying for strength. It is what it is and what will be will be.
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