September 27, 2017
Falling, drowning, and slamming down. Life hits me hard like brick to my side.

Gagging, wincing, the pain corrupts my mind. The ground below me isn't there, yet I feel the cold stone.

dragging, tugging, I'm pulled out of motion. My stomach is in a knot, all while the pressure builds.

Pushing, crushing, my soul wears away. My mind is an ocean searching for the last bit of light.

Fighting, trying, I tell myself 'No'. I pull apart as both sides take me away.

Stressing, climbing, I see the way out. I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead.

I wince, I crawl. I look back before me. The scene says 'You're not worth it.' Am I? Are you?

No. No! I can't say enough. Life is a bottomless pit waiting to pull you in. Who are you to follow those voices?

You are a leader, not a follower. You have a chance! You have a reason! You... well, you...

You have a purpose.

Pulling, prying, I pick myself up. I am my own. This sickness can't stop me. I drag myself out and try again

I have a purpose.

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