toasty_one
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Life seems to get easier sometimes. I laugh, I smile, and I live. I love to see people being happy and feeling loved. It warms my heart. But even more than that, it hurts. I cry and I hurt. I'm broken from years of domestic abuse. Sexual, physical, mental, and emotional abuse weighs down on me everyday. I'm not okay, and I've made peace with that and I try to get better. But sometimes I look in the mirror and realize I'm so scared of healing. This pain is all I know and its hard for me to imagine life without it. The thought of living life without this constant in it is frightening to me.