JUST SURVIVING.
Battered, blistered,bashed and boiled,
I am still here. My story is no more important than yours,
I refuse to give in, I will fight it all. My time here is a constant struggle. I have no idea why I would want to continue, except that I am compelled so to do.
I envy those who meet the world with smiles, their laughter feels as a whip against my spine.
You see, I am just surviving until I die. Worse still I am not alone. Before me, with me and long in the future, others will push forward against the horror of existence, for what else can they do? To lie down and die is NOT an option at all.
We stand together, yet so alone. Our endurance will pull us through, pain after pain, towards the ultimate peace of death.
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