Forever.
To someone like me that word has no meaning. Time can only be gauged by those whose life has a beginning and an end. For those of us cursed to endlessly walk on this earth; every day is a monotonous grind as one day blurs into the next. What follows is my journey, a dark decent to the precipice of madness and the battle for the last shred of my humanity. It was a woman who stole my humanity, fitting is it then that a woman gave it back.
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