People tell me many things. That im bound for greatness in my writing, destiny is the word they use. Some people who dont know me tell God to bless "such a pure soul as this one." They say ill join the peace corps, change the world through eloquence and passion.
Never again shall I listen to the words of souls mislead. Misery is my only constant compainion nowadays. So tell me this, someone. If I am destined to do something, does that mean that future is set in stone? Is there a puppetmaster, be it deity or mortal, in my life that comtrols me? Am i a pawn to him? Or do i hold a skelleton key in my hand? Can i realease these chains that bind me to my cell out of my own will? My hope has been exiled, and now I am a captive of my own arrogance. I have taken a fall from grace, and now I lie on a bed of nails, my arms not free to take control and free myself.
Or..... Are they?
Perhaps I have had the power all along. But I was suffering from an illness known solely as cowardice. Shying away from the limelight and letting others do my work for me. Perhaps... I just fooled myself into believing everything will be okay in time
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Hey Kate
I dont know much about you or whats going on in your life but I do know that misery loves company. From the sounds of it you and I have enough misery to go around, so if you are missing out on the company part and would like an attentive ear I'm here. All you need to do is talk to me and I will listen.
Giving up is easy. Living is hard.
Liz.
Well Kate idk how anyone with words as beautiful as your could find such misery.
I hope you and Liz find the light at the end of that dark place you guys are at.
Nells
I may find it soon, like, in a week. Maybe im a month, or maybe in a year. All i know is eventually, ill find it
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