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I'm tired
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How did I survive 12 years of life?
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Every day feels like a marathon.
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What keeps me going?
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Maybe it’s hope, flickering like a candle in the dark.
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But the weight of it all sometimes feels unbearable.
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I search for answers in the silence.
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Is it normal to feel this lost?
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Each morning, I wake up, and the world feels heavy on my shoulders.
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I look in the mirror, searching for strength, but all I see is weariness.
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The faces around me seem to move in a different rhythm, unaware of my struggle.
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I wonder if anyone could truly understand the depth of my conflict.
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Conversations are like background noise, and I’m an outsider looking in.
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I occupy a space but feel so ungrounded, like I could float away at any moment.
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Do they hear the unspoken words that echo in my mind?
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Sometimes, it feels like I hold a secret too heavy to share.
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I try to distract myself, to fill the void with laughter and noise.
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But the laughter feels empty and hollow, like a mask I wear to hide the truth.
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What if I allowed myself to feel everything?
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Would it be freeing or a burden too great to bear?
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I wander through my thoughts, searching for a way out.
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The sun rises and falls, but the shadows remain.
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I find solace in the small moments—an unexpected smile, a gentle breeze.
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But those moments are fleeting, slipping away like grains of sand.
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Sometimes, I want to scream, to release the bottled-up feelings.
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Yet, silence seems safer, a comforting embrace.
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I cling to memories, both good and bad, shaping the person I am.
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Each scar tells a story, but some chapters are too painful to revisit.
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What would it take to forgive myself for feeling this way?
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In the night, thoughts become louder, impossible to drown out.
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In these moments, I question my existence.
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Is it selfish to want more?
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I envy those who float through life effortlessly.
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But I know everyone carries their burdens, hidden beneath the surface.
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I remind myself that it’s okay to ask for help.
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Yet, reaching out feels like standing on an edge.
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What if they don’t understand? What if I’m met with pity?
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I breathe in deeply, seeking courage to speak the truth.
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Each heartbeat echoes the desire for understanding.
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I need to believe that vulnerability is a strength, not a weakness.
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I find solace in nature, where silence speaks volumes.
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The rustling leaves and whispering winds seem to understand.
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Perhaps I’m not as alone as I feel.
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I begin to embrace the stillness, letting it wash over me.
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In moments of quiet, I can hear the faintest glimmer of hope.
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I wonder if healing is possible, if I can find my way back.
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I hold onto the notion that I am worthy of joy.
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But the path feels tangled and overgrown, difficult to navigate.
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I take small steps, searching for light in the shadows.
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With each breath, I remind myself that every journey is unique.
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I am not defined by my struggles, but by how I choose to rise.
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A moment of grace can change everything; I cling to that thought.
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Will I ever find the courage to rewrite my story?
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I long to discover the person I’m meant to be beyond the darkness.
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Promises of tomorrow linger, just out of reach.
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Would I have the strength to reach for them?
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In the depths of despair, moments of clarity often arise.
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I learn to navigate through the pain, seeking the lesson in each moment.
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It’s not about erasing the hurt but about embedding it into my journey.
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Sometimes, the journey requires pausing, just to breathe.
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It’s okay to slow down, even when the world pressures me to run.
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I find beauty in the ordinary, in the things I used to take for granted.
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Can I cultivate gratitude even when it feels so far away?
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I envision a time when I’ll look back and appreciate my quiet resilience and strength.
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Each challenge faced is a testament to my strength, even if I don’t see it.
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I explore self-compassion, allowing myself to feel.
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Can I forgive myself for the moments I’ve stumbled?
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Every imperfection tells a story, worthy of being acknowledged.
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As I reflect, I realize that healing isn’t linear; it’s a winding road full of curves and twists.
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I remind myself it’s okay to feel lost, that it doesn’t define my worth.
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What if I embraced the uncertainty instead of fearing it?
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Every question marks a chance for growth, a step toward understanding.
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I allow myself to be a work in progress, perfectly imperfect.
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I pick up the pen, ready to write my narrative.
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This is the beginning of a new chapter, a blank canvas.
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Will I eventually paint it with colors of hope and love?
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I’m learning that it’s okay to ask for help in penning my story.
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Support comes in many forms, and I’m opening my heart to receive it.
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Connection can be a lifeline, a bridge over turbulent waters.
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With each shared moment, the weight feels a little lighter.
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I think about the friendships that nourish my soul.
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They become anchors in my tough waters.
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What if I’m surrounded by love even when I don’t see it?
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My heart opens to the possibility of being vulnerable with others.
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The beauty of sharing is in the foundation of our stories mingling together.
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I find strength in community, in belonging and acceptance.
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Can I be brave enough to share my struggles, to close the gaps?
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I envision a time when my words could offer solace to another.
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In this journey, I might discover my purpose.
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The act of creation becomes a balm for my spirit.
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I find that poetry becomes an escape, expressing what lies within.
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Words flow like a river, sometimes chaotic, sometimes clear.
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Every verse carries a piece of my heart, a fragment of my truth.
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I embrace the joy that writing brings me, a release.
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Art becomes a language I can speak without fear of judgment.
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What if creativity is the key to unlocking my heart?
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I breathe life into the pages, illuminating the shadows.
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Each line written is a step toward acknowledging my pain.
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With every pen stroke, I break free from silence, reclaiming my voice.
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I transform despair into something profound, a testament to survival.
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Hey! I’ve been reading your story and really enjoyed it the emotions and flow felt very natural. While reading, I kept picturing how some scenes would look as comic panels.
I’m a commission-based comic/webtoon artist, and if you’re ever curious about a visual adaptation, I’d love to chat.
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