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I have not even learned how to live, yet life already taught me how to hurt. some days my chest feels too small for the weight my heart carries. i wake up tired, not from work not from walking, but from fighting battles inside my head. that' no one ever sees. i show strength on the outside, but inside I'm learning how to survive myself. people see my smile not the storms behind my eyes.They hear my voice,not the battles in my soul. I walk through storms with no umbrella, pretending the rain doesn't burn. every step feels heavy, every night feels endless and hope feels like a stranger I'm scared to trust. But somehow even in this darkness. Something inside me refuses to die. a tiny voice soft but stubborn , keep saying ____ "stay.Breathe you are not finished yet!! one day this pain will turn into power, this tears into strength, and this broken version of me will become unstoppable.