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Lifetime of Memories..In this lifetime, memories that seek to bind our painAnd shrouding us in sorrow that ends our desire for loveFlow daily through the yarns woven in this tapestry that we call lifePaining us to go unanswered through the darkness surrounding all,Cutting off light with a restriction that holds ransom the very air we need to go On,sending us spiraling into the abyss that is every day life.With every movement a reminder, every sound an unrelentingRebarbative song pulsing through the mouths of those around...All filled with supposititious advice that can leave you so agog with the desire of Hope,simply to be dragged back into the province of your sorrow,Repeating the cycle till you are so entangled in the web of griefYou cannot recall the reason or the why, simply the place...Leaving you with a renewed sense of directionOnly to be running in the unending cycle with an aching avidity toAdvance in your life only to die knowing that it was never possibleBecause you never actually
Disillusionment...Disillusionment...Through this life of challenges and pain,events happen to strengthen the strong and break the weakwhere we are presented paths in which we are forced to choose a given route,accosting the senses and disillusioning us of our temporary happiness,guiding us down an intractable path of impediment forcing us to flourish or failrising us to a level of greater fortitude or spiraling us down to a casm of weakness and calignosity.When we plummet we have a choice to climb up from the depths that we have been gratingly hurtled into at random thus giving us a feeling of accomplishment and reason, purpose and ryme.But what happens when we just reach bottom?What happens when we just reach that point of absolute desolation that lays so heavy upon you, you feel that the very air around you has been swept from the room leaving a blanket of heavy encumbrance crushing down on the very soul you seek to protect, having no real explanation as to why this soul exists or even what i