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Lost....in Hell...

To rise, first you must burn.

I don't know what the next step is, Although their is one more fight left in me, I feel lost about everything else, I have every right to expect to go back to old life and try and pick up the broken and destroyed pieces but i am clinging to new behaviors that i built up to protect myself and I am afraid of going back to the person I used to be for the fear of being destroyed again, i am stronger than that but until he is back in my life and i am truly whole, i don't know where to go... all i know is that this fight is taking too fucking long, and the choices presented right now are both a good and bad thing because if it was up to me i would stay where I am and finish the fight and then leave myself options to start anew elsewhere instead of having an albatross of a long term commitment to this city of hell. I have spent almost 4 fucking years in Purgatory.. I am Unsure how much longer i can continue the fight and how much longer i want to stay stuck in the Pit...

Current Mood: Depressed.
Current Music: Megadeth, 44 Minutes

It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall?.

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Anonymous said…
As well you know, you'll fight for as long as you have to. You are a warrior.
10:23 AM
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