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Holding on by the tips of my fingers
Contributed by
dark_descent
on
Wednesday, 13th July 2005 @ 10:27:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Theres nothing worse than finding out that everything you believed in is a joke. Theres no guardian angels out there, its just a false hope for dreamers.
We are alone in life just as we are alone in death.
So what is the point in life if even love, hope and faith are all just petty illusions created to bring a short lived smile to our faces, only to be brought crashing back down into the depths of reality?
I'll tell you what life is about. Its about finding a purpose, a reason to die, to bleed, to suffer pain after accepting that everything you love is a lie. I will die when I'm finally ready to give up the dream. I will cling to the edge of illusion until it eventually crumbles in my hands. Then I will take my last breath before accepting my plunge into darkness.
Pain is sometimes so real, it takes human form.
A friend not so imaginary.
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dark_descent
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2005-07-13 10:27:37] (Date/Time posted on
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