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I wish I knew what I did that was so horrible and terrible. I wish that I knew whatever it is that they know. I just wish I had the answers to put my life back into place. Sometimes I don't even know whats worth it anymore. How much of the storm do you weather until you finally decide to go find shelter somewhere. I wish that I could find shelter in that place.. that heart that I used to call home. I still feel it there every now and then. And other times it's like a high security prison. I just don't understand. I'm just going to try and stand strong as long as I can, and hopefully there will come a calm and a glimmer of sun.