As I stare at the blank page that's staring right back at me, I find myself at a loss of what to say, or write, or do. I need some direction, some sort of indication, an instruction, a manual, anything at all to cope with my emotions.
There are a lot of adjectives I could describe myself with, but broken was never one. But today, in a lot of ways, I feel defeated.
For once, I see a bleak road ahead for myself. I cannot see the light. What was once beaming bright has now become pitch black. I'm afraid of the dark, but this metaphorical darkness brings forth even more fear than I could ever imagine.
What if I could never see my way out of this place?
There are a lot of adjectives I could describe myself with, but broken was never one. But today, in a lot of ways, I feel defeated.
For once, I see a bleak road ahead for myself. I cannot see the light. What was once beaming bright has now become pitch black. I'm afraid of the dark, but this metaphorical darkness brings forth even more fear than I could ever imagine.
What if I could never see my way out of this place?
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