I had lost my faith some where in the darkness. The hope that things will pass and I will finally be free. Pain holds on tightly until your heart becomes hardened and your soul becomes black.
Death hovered over me, waiting for me to give up. Night after night the battle raged on. He was a adversary waiting for the soul he was promised, but he had fought me before and lost, and I had no intention of losing this battle until I was ready.
Death would not be walking me through the door of hell and he would not have my soul. He was not strong enough, I have survived worse than him and he will just have to wait his turn.
—> I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.
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