All the trying, and all the failing,
To the silent, nothing prevailing.
Darkness, darkness lingering within!
For the land of shadows dwells within.
New Hope
I’ve walked through fire burned down to ash watched every dream turn into trash Hope slipped my fingers like water, like sand I ...
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Dear Journal, Here I am again, in a moment of introspection, confronting the relentless waves of my journey. It seems, in a bitt...
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Life feels like it's slipped through my fingers, leaving me questioning where it all went wrong. Despite my intentions to do...
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