I can still feel the physical spark inside my body. It seems for years, in a same what continuous way, this spark has lived inside me. It hurts.
(As the arguments in the house seem to occur everyday. As I seem to cause or be the cause of some of them. As I feel unable to give of myself. As I feel there is no justice. As I think I am being selfish contrasted with unworthy. As my head spins, my stomach cramps and I cry silent tears. As my world crumbles.)
I can still feel pain inside me.
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