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When I woke up this morning, it was a beautiful day! The sun was shining! The birds were singing! I decided to make this a great day!!! I wasn't going to let anything ruin it! It was going to be my day!
But...
It wasn't destined to be my day. As I walked outside past my front yard I saw...her. The clouds rolled in and the negativity poured down on me like a driving rain, washing away all my hopes and dreams. I was left cold, empty, a lifeless shell. It seemed that the only reason I seemed to exist was to suffer and suffer...alone...
It will never be my day! Why, must life be this way? Why even give me hope, when it is always, always ripped away?? Is the ripping away of hope, day after day, destined to be part of my suffering?
How am I to venture through life with the weight of unrequited despair upon my back, my own back? Must I struggle through all the strife? As I type, I can feel the lifeforce within me slowly dwindling away.
The thoughts in my head speak to me, "Die, die now," but until this very moment have I even considered to listen. There is no way to mend the sundries that is my broken heart.
But...
It wasn't destined to be my day. As I walked outside past my front yard I saw...her. The clouds rolled in and the negativity poured down on me like a driving rain, washing away all my hopes and dreams. I was left cold, empty, a lifeless shell. It seemed that the only reason I seemed to exist was to suffer and suffer...alone...
It will never be my day! Why, must life be this way? Why even give me hope, when it is always, always ripped away?? Is the ripping away of hope, day after day, destined to be part of my suffering?
How am I to venture through life with the weight of unrequited despair upon my back, my own back? Must I struggle through all the strife? As I type, I can feel the lifeforce within me slowly dwindling away.
The thoughts in my head speak to me, "Die, die now," but until this very moment have I even considered to listen. There is no way to mend the sundries that is my broken heart.