After a while, you get used to the cuts and the pain that stems from them, so if given the choice between the known and unknown, you take a barrel of salt and pour it into your wounds because that kind of pain is one you’ve become accustomed to bear.
I am one kind of alive
Felicia C. Sullivan
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This is something I also understand far too well. Your writing never ceases to amaze me. It has the kind of candid quality that truly is needed – for all our sake.

You make people feel less alone in this world. It is a skill that very few writers wield with such refined finesse.

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