Bullshit.
What does not kill you, make you in pieces, destroy you without the slightest warning, corrodes your soul at the point you never suspected even existed.
It does not make you strong. It nullify you.
You are an empty shell, a puppet of the expectations of others.
What does not kill you, forces you to live with infected wounds, impossible to cure, hidden under a shell as hard as a diamond but more fragile than glass.
It does not make you stronger ... it punishes you.
Because it does not kill you, but you die anyway.
Have a heart that beats is not to live, and I'm dead now since many times.
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