The haunting memories of what once was or what could have been. The pictures'the visions. The closeness, the distance that now tears apart the indecision of what is reality and what is fake.

Is all that happens a nightmare? With each stab in the heart am I gaining strength and wisdom or am I merely diminishing, turning into a bitter, hateful person?

The softness in me struggles to stay hidden only to protect my last virtuous sanctity, which is what is left of my sanity.

Is all lost or will I truly discover the meaning of this life and the path I am to follow?

I beg of whoever there is to help me--whether it be God or a spiritual guidance--show me decisiveness and please give me the strength to be the person that I want to become'not the person that I have fallen victim too.

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