The more I think about it the more it disturbs me that good or bad the fact that my past before i was an adult is a defining factor in my life and affects everything I touch, usually making them wither and die, even the one good and pure thing in my life Has not been adversely affected, and that's because someone with a deep need to inflict hate upon me has used all the knowledge of the past to inflict deep wounds, I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of being strong, I'm sick and tired of pretending at the end of the day that the deep and bitter wounds of yesterday won't still be there, I have to keep fighting because that's all I know how to fucking do.. but it's sad when i have people around me defending me and willing to help prop me up when i am at my weakest, but none of that matters because the words of charlatans and betrayers mean more than the honest truth, one day their will hopefully be a vindication but A day like today that day seems so far off, of course, everything I am, every moral fiber, every bone in this body will keep fighting as long as i have to. the soul may grow weary, the body may tire but one thing you can never destroy, is my Resolve. I am not defined by my experiences, whatever they are or were they make me stronger, I'm not going to allow an outside party to destroy everything i am and everything I've worked for in this life.... the fight has only just begun and at the end of the day the stronger will of a single man will prevail.
Current Mood: Anger.
You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.
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