I am sick, of fighting these demons. The one called life, almost gives me no reason, to continue on. Of course, like everyone else, i like to play with the thought of being, happy, when, im not. These demons and things are, everywhere. Bringing dispair and pain when they trudge on this plane, of existance. And im running out of resistance. Out of will. I've been told that, love prevails over all, but what is love? True love is a figment of a lonely one's imagination. People get married out of love, but with tje smallest fustration they feel the only retaliation is to lie, and cheat, and split apart instead of living up to that desication. I once fell into that trap. Never again. But you know what? Im really not ready to go yet. Sure, i moan and frett, but because shadows always breath down my neck. There os so mich i have yet to achieve and see. So i shall hold on to that ever dim candle flame. Though it may burn at times, i refuse to die.
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