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To be continued (A never ending battle.)
Somehow, I find myself struggling to climb out of the same hole I keep escaping from. Like a drowning ant in a dried up water drop. Greeting each day with a sickly stomach ache waiting for it to be over already. I feel an imploding urge to escape far away as humanly possible. No money, no destination but a clouded conscious and a disturbed peace. Constantly being mentally belittled and demised by the hand that demands capital respect, yet not willing to show any, breaks me to dust. Scattered at the bottom of a black pit, being set ablaze, to only be expected to hold a composure impossible known to nature. Sheer silent screams for help are muted by the sewn shut strength and dignity that's harvested within. This road I seem to be stranded on, is but a rapid treadmill of hellish gravel surrounded by suffocating darkness. Only to open my eyes and find myself strayed, frayed, and disapproved. And there she's reflected, spitting venom on my forehead, soaking my perception dull with fear of knowing I may fall. My limbs are tired of trying to amuse this unforgiving battle.
