Sometimes it feels as if, having faught through the darkness for so long, that we can see the things that others fear to allow their eyes to focus on. Inside of the hopelessness, the pain, sometimes comes an amazing clarity into the depths of what drives people to do the unimaginable. We see how it feeds upon the weak and innocent, how it draws strength from despair. While others refuse to see, we drown in the clarity of it. We fight on to do some good, but it draws strength from even our pain. The battle seems forever hopeless, yet to stop means a fate too cruel to allow. The doubt is always present. Insecurity in what we see is always gnawing at us one piece at a time, never allowing rest. But what is it all for? So many unanswered questions. Feeling constantly alone in a cold, barren, wasteland. So little light to thrive on, so little strength, so much pain. It never ends.
--Just_April1974
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