Feeling Burdened

For the longest time I’ve lived my life paralyzed by a looping stigma.
My fear is one I hear about quite often, a repetition of the events in history more than once caused this quagmire of a state, the worst addiction is pain while the best is love, inbetween are the good and bad, dreams and nightmares, lies and truth, so I ask, how can one trust without doubt straying them away?
Waking the thin line of a razor’s edge and each step slices through you till your own reflection is your best and worst enemy, dead and gone.
So am just seeking hope in the lost, in all this effort hoping to find hope again.


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