I can't live with it.
That was the whole reason I wanted to die. it's impossible to live with the felling that you aren't good enough for the world.
It seems hard. Impossible even, but it's worth it.
She says. Her voice, velvet across my sharp ears, smooths into my brain.
I don't know how to live with it.
I said. I couldn't bear the thought of hearing condescending words whispered into my ears without wanting to kill myself.
I'll show you.
she says. Her hand takes mine.
And for the first time that she's touched me,
I don't feel her hands instead.
I'll help you.
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