It’s simultaneously terrifying and comforting that physically, I’ve experienced the worst life has to offer. That no matter what happens, nothing can hurt me worse than what I’ve already been through. I carry in me the knowledge and weight of exactly what the human body is capable of, and I’m torn between the torture of knowing that I’m doomed to a lifetime of reliving it, or liberated by the knowledge that I’ve survived it, and it can’t get any worse.
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