The sorrowful drudgery continually drives the ruin deeper down the headless rabbit hole that stinks with burning dreams that are nearly forgotten due to consuming desires of revenge and painful memories of betrayal and regret.How can the strongest individual succeed? The dark-grey clouds block all sun light that brings hope like cool rain drops on a hot day.Has anyone else grown weary of screaming for help? Bleeding out the pain through words like little pleasurable cuts seem to ease the burden briefly as I watch my potential being wasted along with my time.Am I the only one here?
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