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Tears flood my face, as I remember that place... that cold, desolate, dark, graveyard in my head. My mind is polluted with memories; sad moments where I knew nothing other than the darkness that consumed me, and any light that was there, was not visible to my eye. I had lost all hope... there was nothing left to do other than allow it to swallow me whole and leave me more broken than before-- and it did. Left helpless, I threw my hands in the air, surrendered to the disease that was stronger than I, and finally let it have its way with me. My brain, too jumbled to clean up the mess and untangle the confusion; my body, too weak and battered to have the strength to fight back. How can one fight a war without adequate weapons that give one a fair chance at victory? They can't.
I have been stripped of those weapons I fought so desperately to gain, and I am left here, alone.
helpless, again.
Hopeless, again.
I have been stripped of those weapons I fought so desperately to gain, and I am left here, alone.
helpless, again.
Hopeless, again.