Searching (on hold for a bit)
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Everything in your life makes you feel weak and helpless, not strong. I'd never felt strong in my life, and depression only made things worse. I took it all I 'till I couldn't anymore, and I swear my life collapsed for an instant. I felt everything flash before my eyes and as I looked at it, I tried to find the will to keep going. Something to strive for.
I chose changing my life.
Turning it around, starting over.
I wanted a fresh new start, so I began. I began searching. Searching for meaning, happiness, and all the good things in life. Searching for myself.
That's what I set out to do, and I intended to until I found what I was looking for. And one thing I learned? To never back down. Ever.
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