It never gets easy.

This feeling settles so deep in your bones, imprinting itself into your body, fooling you into thinking it's a part of your being. Of your soul.

Like it had all the right in the world to build it's own home in there.

You expect the feeling to pass, someday. But it persists and you can't do anything about it but name it off as a feeling.

A chill that runs down your spine.

Despite all the bravery you yield every time they look you in the eyes.

It never gets easy.

It's a shadow that never ever leaves you until or unless you race for the darkest of corners.

And then the uneasy chill consumes you wholly.

Eating you up.

Destroying your spirit.

Cutting off your circulation.

It never gets easy.

Pain dwells.

Pain persists.

Pain kills.
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©VioletEden