And I can't help but wonder why I lived through every tragedy that's been thrown my way. Is my struggling God's entertainment? Because it seems every time I get a firm footing I'm knocked down once again.
And with every fall, my breath is knocked out of me. To the point where I'm gasping for air. I feel like I'm drowning while everyone else can breathe just fine around me. Every time I get knocked down my old scars get ripped back open with such momentum and force that I can't help but stumble backwards. And as I'm being drained physically and emotionally all I can think is I really hope someone is benefitting from this hell I seem to be trapped in.
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Elysian
RandomElysian- Beautiful or creative, divinely inspired, peaceful and perfect.. Everything I wish my life was, these are excerpts from a book I'll never publish
