Maybe They were right that thought that I was doomed though I thought that being born was an escape. Being here to leave it all behind me. I could forget everything and start over. Isn't that just the same longing we still have in this life?
But there is no such thing as escape if our prison is our ownself,
for a few moments in your safe arms I confronted all my demons and let befall me come what may. I could conquer and survive.
Some find shelter in drugs, alchohal, sleep, etc, but I find my refuge in you.
This life/time I will conquer, and not give up or be alone. I whispered in your ear that I was depending on you to help me through this. It was our plan and our private oath. Everything becomes a metaphor, tattling the secret truth. Maybe we don't need faith or vision to help.
Pride was his downfall, though. So I cannot let it destroy me too.
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