Times are hard but life goes on. That's what I keep on telling myself as I go through each day trying to get back on my feet again. It's so weird blurting it out: "get back on my feet again." It's as though someone had tripped me to the ground. I'm wounded, I think I broke my ankle and it hurts to even just think of getting up. But I have somewhere to go, so I have to get up, tough it up, and keep on walking. Even if it hurts.
It's weird how some days feel like almost exactly how I am describing it now.
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