The cloud of darkness follows close behind, the silence echoing within my mind. Pain drains me of my strength, so I can't be blamed to think that in the end I'll be left to sink.
I've always been afraid of my future, my fear held in place by the thought of failure. How do i gain the strength to fight?, Or even decide whats right? This inner war rages on, with no proff of the coming dawn.
So hopeless and confused, too scared to be moved. Yet despite this, a piece of me holds onto faith, somehow I still feel safe. I don't want to give up on myself, not when my dreams hold the promise of wealth.
But i can't do it on my own, my deamons growing stronger as they roam. I'm in need of help to fight, from someone with insight. A hero to save me, a hero who holds the key.
Its this key that will set me free, this key that will force the deamons to leave.
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