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Ache. Numb. More numb. Agonizing pain. Ache. Numb. A slight twinge of happiness to clear it all. Repeat.

I've been told it gets better.

I've yet to find the 'better'.

I've been told that I've been understood.

I've yet to see proof of that.

I've been told that I should open up.

I've yet to get the rib seperater clamps.

I've been told that I'll end up like her.

I've yet seen that ending in my future. But good for them to see that and not me.

I've been told that I should say something if something's wrong.

I've yet to find the psychological difference doing so would bring.

I've been told I need to get out more.

I've yet to see the world in a safe enough status to do so so I can and not worry of getting shot.

I've been told that music clears the soul and tames the beast.

I've yet to find any other therepy. So I'm holding to that claim.

I've been told that tomorrow will be a better day.

I've yet to see the point in seeing the sunrise.

I've been told that everyone shares my pain.

Psh... try me. I'll match their heartache tenfold...