Where is Gloria when I need her most? Where is the happiness I had been climbing and scratching my way away from the darkness for. My God have you forsaken me...when I stray from my mind I find all things fine, but I need you... why must you be so far away?
Little girl, what happened to the child whose feet pattered across the floor in pursuit of nothing more than a rolling ball? Why does she now sprint through the shadows of her mind, desperate for the light?
Gloria, Viva La Gloria, let her faith carry me on, I have exhausted my last breath on things I thought were coming into place.
Little girl, what happened to that sweet child who only cried over the pain of a scraped knee, instead of the pain of heartbreak? Where has she gone? Is she missing? She has yet to be found. Or is it she has yet to even be born? What happened to that happy innocent little child, the one whose smile could brighten everyone's day? The one whose frown was never seen?
Remember my words, if nothing else, remember my words. They are all I have in this tunnel of darkness. I've trudged on, fighting the spirits and demons that blocked my way from the light ahead, but I've become exhausted. My time of rest seems to be drawing near, my efforts have ceased to be worth anything.
Yes, something is wrong with me, you have seen it in these words, read between the lines. You will see the truth. These words are all I have in this world. I know I am not alone, but my mind begs to differ. For who could ever love a young demon, unworthy of care and protection? For who could protect someone who needs protection from themselves. If you read this, just know I am not okay. If you read my words, know that I am exhausted. If you read my words, and have felt my pain, know that you are a blessing to the world. A work of art lives inside you and the right people will discover and prize you for it. However, you can receive as much attention and praise for your looks, your achievements, your talents (etc.) but you will never achieve true happiness until you yourself are proud to you. Someone once told me the key to happiness is to never compare yourself to others; accept who you are inside, and do not change yourself for others. I beg you to listen to me. I beg you.
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