What do you think triggers you to feel this way? What is the root cause?
the pain of being alive.
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"every morning i feel the pain of being alive seep into my body, no one understands it but i no longer recognize myself, i am a ghost and the voices in my head do nothing but ask me to end their agony, i have never been able to be happy and now i know i never will be because i am rotten from within, my father is my creator and at the same time he is the monster who passed down each of his mistakes to me, it is difficult to wake up every day knowing that i am a being destined to fade away".
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"every morning i feel the pain of being alive seep into my body, no one understands it but i no longer recognize myself, i am a ghost and the voices in my head do nothing but ask me to end their agony, i have never been able to be happy and now i know i never will be because i am rotten from within, my father is my creator and at the same time he is the monster who passed down each of his mistakes to me, it is difficult to wake up every day knowing that i am a being destined to fade away".
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you put the whole thing inside quotation marks. that is someone standing a step back from it, even if it is only a step.
the line i keep going back to is that he passed each of his mistakes down to you. you wrote them as his. someone truly rotten from within would not have been able to tell whose they were.
i read it twice and i am not going to tell you what to do with any of it.
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What do you think triggers you to feel this way? What is the root cause?
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