That day was awful, it was a flash of pain that came and went, but just one drop of it stayed. It buried itself deep inside me and it grew. It grew and grew and grew until I didn't notice the beauty in life anymore. I didn't see the hope, or the second chances, or the reasons, or the plans. I just was being pulled through life instead of marching through it. I was being controlled and I never stopped to smell the roses. I regretted so many years of my life that had been taken over by one single drop of pain that came from one small day in my past. It was dangerous and deadly, and it had it's teeth sinking into me, each one as sharp as a double bladed sword. I was tightly gripped and I never realized that everyday may not have been good, but there was always something good in everyday. I realized that the worst days of my life were the most beautiful. The pain, the suffering, the pit inside me that was killing me. It was all a lovely thing that made me stronger each and everyday that I made it through alive. It made the joy of being a survivor all the more precious. After all, the stars wouldn't be able to shine without darkness...
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