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Hopeful- It's Not Over

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By OneWithPenPublished 5 months ago 1 min read
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Remember, Victory gained his fortune and ill-gotten treasures, though it wasn't as I had perceived it.

Darkness invaded when moderation escaped my detection radius because Sorrow's actions built momentum without contemplation.

Eerie echos of footsteps lead to the consecration of congregated entities.

Camouflaged in my flaws and faulted expectations.

" He bit more than he can chew." Statements demonstrated and implied had an impact on his confidence and pride.

"More." Dissatisfied, he permitted Darkness to add a maul to chew and swallow what was " more than you can bear. " the "That's too much. " of shadows receded behind fear.

He lost himself in the arrogance of surpassing limitations self-imposed while enjoying the glory of achievement.

" See, I didn't need them. I don't need anyone."

" No one cares about me anyway. I am only loved as much as I needed."

Work is satisfactory, and people cause unnecessary pain."

Anger relented to purposeful direction aimed with self toward greatness, and I love seeking knowledge. Excellence is the best response for calmness.

" It's conflicting because solace is present in skill building and solitude, yet human connection is necessary.

Unfortunately, my need for social connection is hereditary. "

"Aren't you imposing and redirecting the impositions and expectations once placed upon you? "

Hope is the only answer to living outside the boundary, and the method we have, we've used it all this time.

The answer is action and enjoying the process.

" Yes, yes, it's easy to do with everything else, but people I know try anyway.

You don't always need to be in a specific state to do things; You don't always need to be at your best to do your best. Do it bold, do it scared, do it regardless of sentiment. "

Go with the strength you have.

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OneWithPen

My imagination, our journey, and this world we call Earth. What shall we make of the time we have left here? Well, with my time I will give you many stories. Read with caution welcome Pen's page; good reading.

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