"You're so strong."
I hate when people tell me that. Because I'm not. Or, that is, I have no other choice. I'm dying inside, screaming at the top of my metaphysical lungs. Raging.
I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Strength isn't appropriate. I don't know what this is, but it doesn't feel like strength when I'm constantly on the verge of breakdown.
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