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Into the darkness is where i am drawn, the bright light of love and happiness are all but faded memories. My fight to exsist grows weaker with each passing moment, as each breath becomes harder to take. the thought to let go plays out in my mind, as my hands grow bloody trying to pull my way out. But with each movement forward, i fall deeper. I search for a reason to continue or that helping hand to give me strenth. My own stubborness seems to give me some reason not to let go, or could it be my stupidity. |
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