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Tortured Paths
I stand now just a shell of my former self, upon the ledge of my indifference, looking out over the vast divide of discontent caused be fleeting memories, my hand held open palm bloodied by the contempt left by this cruel existence and as I stare into the abysmal darkness eyes glimmering pools of sorrow and unspoken pain, while there over the horizon a small light glistens, beckoning me to draw closer like the northern star, hope remains just at distance while I grasp at fading beams like mocked promises in the night, dreaming for once that something meaningful lay just out of reach and oh how such an illusion tempts me into crossing the jagged space of indifference luring me to surreal depths of emotions and giving whispered promises of happiness, how shall I proceed now I wonder? What now if I take this leap of fate will come in the yet untold chapter of my story.. Come reader lets turn the page..
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