Killing Instinct

Wading through the thick sludge that is my life, hating the pain and the impossibility of each step.

Continuing anyway.

Desperate for a reprieve, and yet every time I fall, every time I sink beneath the surface and become enveloped in killing darkness, instinct takes over and I thrash my way to the surface again.

I beat myself bloody to get another spluttering breath of oxygen. Unable to let myself drown in my sorrow.

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