Somedays I do honestly just want to give up, for all of these trials filled with lies and hate have left me weary and uncertain in my ability to trust. I wonder how much longer it will be until the glass is full, and I drown in all my sorrow and choke on all the pain that I swallow with such distaste.
As I sit and wade in all of this blood that covers me from head to toe, I reach foward and hope that I might find my way back to the light and finally make my way out of this darkness that clings to me ever so tightly.

Because I do still have some faith left, I believe that I might be able to scrub away all of the dirt and blood that keeps me dirty enough to remain in the dark; nevertheless, there is nothing I can do to stop fate. If horrid evil fills my life, I cannot stop it and must suffer through it.
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