I’m fine, I’ve always been fine and I’ll always be fine. Because telling someone that I’m not fine, admitting that I’m not alright, that I’m a broken, miserable mess of a human would make it real. Admitting that I’m not fine would make it real, and it would make the people around me worry, it would make them want to help me when really, there is no helping me. You can’t fix me. The only way to fix me is to erase everything I have lived through, to erase my memories, my experiences, the scars on my body and my soul. I can never say that I'm not fine, but admitting that I'm damaged, that’s a different set of things. I am damaged by what I've lived through. I suffer from it. I have nightmares, it haunts me. I am damaged, and I'll always be fine. Because I know that I can survive. And that’s why I'll always be fine, because I survived, and I'll keep on surviving.
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