if the fear grips
sometimes i'm afraid that without problems, harshness, depression and struggle, there is no depth or mantle and credibility in my sorrid life. whoever listens to a voice that has turned its back from the futility and farcenss of the futile darkness? we all want to be without our demons, and sometimes we think we need them. some evil to bring out the good. some test to avail the victory.
it's because i choose not to talk about it. a depth so shallow.
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