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Morning dew peeking through my window Fighting to shatter my darkness within. I turn over fighting my demons poking at my soul. Shouting to me that I won’t last long. Last couple of days, felt like a nightmare without escape. Not even my shadow wants to appear from the hell I’m living in. Staring at my reflection in the mirror echoes my pain, so I avoid my own eye contact, to avoid my pain. How can you live a life so pure, so true; to have it ripped right underneath you? Evil, betrayal, deceit, hate, **** die! Words, feelings, qualities all trying to consume my identity. How could this happen to me? As if I could be exempt from suffering. I forgot suffering, I forgot to expect it, I forgot it exist. But now its existence wars within me to destroy me. I don’t want to fight. Let me give in. Let me surrender to the truth darkness reveals, to a falsehood the light covered. All trust – obliterated into a million pieces floating in the air of black and grey. What will heal me now? Yet still, I must rise from this ugly place. The ground is cold and hard to rest on. The food lacks and taste of bitterness and hate. There is no sun, only a paralyzed eclipse. I scream “No more”! I have to leave this place. Nothing makes sense. I fight to remember my reflection without pain. I must. There has to be some beauty left in me. Rise! I must rise! I will rise! I am rising slowly.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
Rise
Morning dew peeking through my window Fighting to shatter my darkness within. I turn over fighting my demons poking at my soul. Shouting to me that I won’t last long. Last couple of days, felt like a nightmare without escape. Not even my shadow wants to appear from the hell I’m living in. Staring at my reflection in the mirror echoes my pain, so I avoid my own eye contact, to avoid my pain. How can you live a life so pure, so true; to have it ripped right underneath you? Evil, betrayal, deceit, hate, **** die! Words, feelings, qualities all trying to consume my identity. How could this happen to me? As if I could be exempt from suffering. I forgot suffering, I forgot to expect it, I forgot it exist. But now its existence wars within me to destroy me. I don’t want to fight. Let me give in. Let me surrender to the truth darkness reveals, to a falsehood the light covered. All trust – obliterated into a million pieces floating in the air of black and grey. What will heal me now? Yet still, I must rise from this ugly place. The ground is cold and hard to rest on. The food lacks and taste of bitterness and hate. There is no sun, only a paralyzed eclipse. I scream “No more”! I have to leave this place. Nothing makes sense. I fight to remember my reflection without pain. I must. There has to be some beauty left in me. Rise! I must rise! I will rise! I am rising slowly.
Faiths
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
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