Isolated and alone tired and weary I drag my battered and weary body through this barren and desolate place. Trapped in my own personal hell tortured, tormented and taunted by demons of my own creation. The only way out is through redemption.
Though I can see the light of my redemption I choose to ignore it. Somday the pathe before will become known, my destiny will unfold, my story will be told. As I follow the long winding road to my redemption.
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