It's sad when people can't conclude whether they are being strong or they are just dying slowly.
I was hurt; there was nothing I could do. Thus, I accepted the things the way they were, not because I was weak, but because I would have ruined everything if I had done anything. Putting on the façade of being unhurt, I accidentally cut off the bridge between me and some traumatized parts of my cerebrum.
Surely, it was just a phase, but I was shaken to the core. Eventually, time took its course of action, and the phase passed by.
I wish "sorry" could be enough to mend the broken bridge.
Unfortunately, any amount of repentance couldn't repair me.
Now, I feel strong, but I know that I'm just dead
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