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Sometimes I feel okay again, and I rejoice in my savior. The life He has given me, the good things I still have.

Sometimes I feel okay again and I hate myself for it. Does it really not matter anymore?

Sometimes I know that in many ways, it will never be okay. And I'm mad, hurt, and inconsolable.

And sometimes I'm just too tired. Emotions are exhausting and I just go on living, knowing someday I will move on, but hoping I never forget.