Hi, I'm B. There's a lot to my life, as there is to yours. We all have a story, but here's mine for you to read.

I'm scared of disappointment, I'm scared of waking with eyes that don't see the joy. I'm scared of the feeling that comes with age, as you feel the life being sucked from the world into depressing reality. It's a lack of joy that scares me most, for joy defines humanity. I fear the inhuman, my eventual alienation from a cold world. Even the shadows that chase me can keep me centered. But the edge is always so near, and the gulf is enticing me into it's cold embrace. When I want to fall, the good still holds me back, and I return every night to sleep with dreams of falling. The dreams are never real, for though the edge comes closer, the hands that pull me back are steady and familiar, leading to faces of friends. Their eyes remind me of laughter, and I feel the cold abate. Then the moment passes. And the cycle contines like a never ending circle of endless torture and eternal bliss. But I know the thread will someday be broken and when it comes, I will welcome the fire with open arms, arms scared from the battles I've fought. The end is a new beginning, the start of another endless train track. It stretches on forever. And I will be endless.

Thanks for reading.

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