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Entry 2

Everyday it seems more and more accurate to say pain is my only friend. I keep moving forward, keep striving to be better, and life keeps kicking me back down into a pit of despair. I have loved, and I have lost, but I cannot day it was better than never loving at all, for every time this happens I feel like I lose part of myself, and it's replaced by something darker. I fight this darkness at every moment. The darkness that tells me to give up on humanity. The darkness that devours my hope, but then something odd happens, the pain and the feeling dissipates. I am left cold and empty, and yet I still move forward. I will not go down easy, no matter how many times I am beaten down, I will get back up, I will stare down life and continue to place my bet, and pray the next hand I am dealt is a better one. I recently thought I was dealt a good hand, I thought it would be a winning hand, but the river proved me wrong, and now I have gambled away what seems to be my last shred of humanity. I shall keep playing however, because life keeps moving forward, and so will I.