I am broken. The abscence of joy. Life has been difficult the last weeks and darkness blooms. I look back and see pain, I look forward and see nothing. The nightmares are back, and I am unable to sleep and feel and think and breath. I look at love and feel despair. I fail to remember my dreams, only nightmares remain. I feel weak. Defeated. I feel the end has come, and all my hopes and wishes reveal their darkest secret: Futility. And then, in the pain and anger I have the strangest... To Fall With Grace
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