Darkness.

Black.

Pain.

Suffering.

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I'd learned not to let it show when I was crying. Inside, or when the salty liquid dripped down my face.

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No one ever needed it.

No one ever cared.

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What point was there in voicing out your pain if no one stopped by you long enough to offer comfort?

What point was there when your heart was going to leap out of your chest because you just couldn't take it anymore, if no one ever wanted to take a moment to pay attention?

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So I locked myself in.

After all, who would notice?

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Nothing changed.

No one miraculously decided that I was worthy of talking to.

No one suddenly thought I was an interesting person, and came to me.

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So I didn't reach out.

My hand would always be slapped away anyway.

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I never expected anything from my peers, my elders. They never understood. They knew what love was like, after all.

I wonder what that word means.

Love.

Love.

I never had any hope either.

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Sadness and the dark were my only companions. They were the only ones who stopped by.

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Unlike others, I know I am pitiful.

I know I am lost.

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And yet I still. I still.

I reach.

But my grasp never obtains anything.

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It's futile.

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Of course it is, if I have no hope for salvation.

I know. I know that I cannot be saved.

That I can never be found.

Ever.

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After all, who cares?

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But there was one day.

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The sun brightened.

The birds and the grasshoppers chirped.

The grass rustled.

The wind blew.

The voice asked.

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"Are you okay?"

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And the light shined.

A/N: Uh. Hi. Before you jump to conclusions or anything, I'm just gonna let you know: I'm not depressed or anything. I just happened to be feeling a bit angsty at the time (some people were coming to take our furniture since I'm moving. I was bombarded by memories. They were all good memories, by the way), and I channeled that into my writing.

And for those out there who do relate to this: suffering alone is never better than finding someone who understands. Even if that person isn't readily available, just know in your heart that they care about you. Even if you yourself don't know it.

Wow, this turned out a lot deeper than I'd anticipated. I'm just gonna go back to reading fanfiction now.

Live long and prosper. :3

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10/31/14: Made a few minor edits on tense usage, and changed the paragraph placement.