Broken

Life always keeps proving times after time how it can never be a sweet ride. Every time it's going fine and you're just about to get comfortable it hits you cruelly hard. Every new hit is more vicious, and if I add, vile than the last, aiming to break you. You can try to pretend, but you won't manage for long enough because the pains will gnaw at you excruciatingly unless you weren't actually hit just yet. No matter how fast you run or seem to evade it, come it will, definitely. The longer it takes the worse the blow.

I'm fine. I'm always fine. I'll continue to be fine. These lies I spill always might get others fooled but, can you actually fool your own self. You can try but be sure to end up flat on your face. I've been there so much it has become the new normal. Those who have someone they can bare their hearts out to whenever without fear of being judged or misunderstood are the actual wealthy people. I hope they even truly exist and aren't just being deceived for a period. I think it's even too expensive to wish for a sturdy and receptive shoulder. It's fine. I'm still fine. Of course I'll always be. The goal is to keep striving to always be fine and sometimes too be better than fine and never wind up broken no matter the odds.

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