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The pain wracks my soul

Beyond any limits the body can imagine.

It twists my mind, bends my spirit.

It tears at my heart like a hungry wolf.

Unrelenting. Unforgiving.

No concience. No remorse.

The beast continues its hunt.

Ripping through me like a thousand nails.

Exposing every frail sanctuary with it's fiery eyes.

Every new expierence brings fear.

Fear that it smells, that it enjoys.

Stalking me. Hounding me.

Even in sleep, I can feel it's foul breath at my neck.

Prowling behind my eyelids, waiting for the moment to strike.

Unrelenting. Unforgiving.

My mind races, looking for some escape.

But there is only one.

Will I break?

It would be so easy.

Embrace the pain.

Let it devour me.

Watch as it rips my soul assunder.

Clean me out, leaving an empty husk.

Have it end.

But to what end?

An empty husk.

Unfeeling, Uncaring.

Devoid of life.

No, I can not.

I must fight it.

I must win.

Now is the time to make a stand.


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