There is a moment when you realize what the pain has made of you. In hiding, curled in on yourself, unable to show the world your face. Acting on instinct, lashing out, even at those closest to you.

Time has passed, and time is a thief. It has stolen your memories; the agony has faded but so has every precious moment of joy. You have been hollowed out from the inside, and there's nothing left of the person you used to be. But you try, you try to remember how to smile. You try to remember how to laugh.

And one day you crawl out from your hiding place and step back into the world. And then, every day, you do what you must to survive.

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