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April 21st, 2017by scott

I never had a reason to live before. Getting older, I spent years trying to find one. I tried family, I’ve tried friends, I’ve tried love. I’ve tried sex, I’ve tried drugs, I’ve tried money. Nothing works. Nothing helps the sadness. It never goes away. It just grows and grows and grows and grows until it pulls you apart; tearing the very skin from your bones. It’s leaves and stems drenched in your blood and tears. Agony isn’t the word you’re looking for, it’s despair. You will always have these seeds of misery rooted in your soul. Your emptiness is the soil and your hope is it’s sunlight. Watered by disappointment, you will always suffer.

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