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The worst feeling I’ve had.

I’m not sure what’s real and what’s imagined anymore and the not knowing is killing me slowly in the form of depression.

Killing me slowly and I don’t even feel it because I’m numb with hurting. Dead inside yet conscious.

My mind and heart are brittle and the weight of this oppressive burden may yet prove too great.

I don’t see a way out or a way back.
I’m dead inside but I sense the hurt lurking like nerve pain waiting for an anaesthetic to wear off.