It's infuriating at times how a hand holding your own is the only thing that connects you to the world. There is no such thing as sadness or a world full of hate in those short few minutes that feels like hours. Once you've been in a dark tunnel for so long there's this string of a bright light that gives you hope despite the odds. Or as if you have just been rescued from drowning and revived back to life while gasping for large gulps of air. Like being a phone that has been cracked and shattered for so long or even dead being put back onto its charger and the screen that was once dark for so long is shining again.Everything just makes sense. There is no more demons in your head, no more doubts, no more feeling like your worth nothing because that person who has that strong of a connection to you makes you feel like your worth something. You don't know how or why but you don't question it because at that short span of time the feeling is all too good to let go. But then that person leaves, turns their back and walks away leaving you in the hard, cold ground for you to feel sorry for yourself again because you know there is no way you could ever let someone in.No way you could open those marble stone doors filled with dust for someone else to come in and just mess everything up ten times more than it was before. And that is why it is infuriating.
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