There are those selected few who always get to you. Actions or inactions. Words expressed or held back. Somehow, they have manage to crawl under your skin and pick at the scars, softspots or whatever it is that rile you up. Heck, you can’t even deem them the “selected” few because you don’t always choose them in your life. They appear, they piss over all that you thought have been true and they own you for a long, long time.
Often, you try to be brave and fight with all the ways you know how. However, there are moments when you remember that you are the broken child, never quite figuring out how to put the pieces together and the day falls apart.
There are also those whom you are paid to deal with who have the propensity to cause brain aneurysms. Everyday, you question why you put youself through so much pain for so little.
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