May 21, 2009 11:08
The Devil bent down to snickered in my face, flashing teeth and pointy tongue. "You have to hit rock-bottom before you get to the breakthrough," he said.
I don't really know what that actually means, but lying on the ground with my neck broken surely introduced a new perspective to my point of view. I guess, sometimes, just cocking my head to the side "ain't gonna cut it" anymore.
The Devil teased and taunted. Beaten and broken, I couldn't move away. It's amazing how much faster your mind wanders when your physical body cannot move.
I don't regret what I have done. Some actions, I wished I'd executed them differently. I made many mistakes, and I held on and cherished them as lessons learned. I don't regret who I am.
The Devil laughed inside my head, "The thing is, dear girl, you don't understand who you are."
He was right.
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