Sometimes when things shake you to the core you no longer know how to live, how to die. Your previous ideas fly out the window in amidst a realisation of shocking immaturity and your insides, depth and morals are hardened like stone to become a numb shell hiding you from the hurt you face. There is beauty in this, fertility in this, and life in this, but there is also pain.


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