It hurts. I'm not quite sure what it is, but it's there, and it hurts.
I can't really explain exactly how it feels, because I don't let it hurt me, I block it out, and that's actually more destructive that letting it hurt me, at least I think so. I guess it's like... it's like I can't breathe. I panic and, well, you know the kind of desperate anxiety you see in a kid when it lost it's mom in a crowd? I turn into that kid. And I can't handle that.
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