Eyes open wide in terror as I try to catch my breath. These nightmares continue to haunt me as I desperately seek rest.
Weary and unappeased I sit in a darkened room with questions based on beliefs, each more confining than tombs.
These grasping hands, constantly pulling, nearly hold me back as I try to prove my worth. Another day.
Such fragile limbs, so easily broken, yet it seems to be just one more step away. Don't be afraid.
We're born of chaos and, as such, that's all we've sown. Just bitter fragments of things we once hastily claimed as our own. Now this world is hollow as are the lives we lead. Beings that can't find identity.
No matter the time it takes I will one day find my place. And if I find no other way, I will sacrifice anything and everything to discover true purpose and meaning, to understand what it means to be alive. But time and time again I falter, unsteady steps from unsure footing. Still this struggle is my own.
Spending more time in conflict with myself, how could I possibly take on the world? Seems as though the ground intends to swallow me whole with this place being my unmarked grave. Every step weighs heavily and each passing moment an eternity, and still I take another step.
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