When I was little, I thought life to be filled with happiness and if things went wrong there would always be an end to it. I wish I could go on believe that forever, but you find yourself falling and falling deeper. The 10 foot ditch turns into a bottomless pit almost instantly, while during which there is something to keep you going; something forcing you not to give up. Then things look hopeless you still fight on and hope it to come true. Little does everyone know hope die easy and you give up. Afterwards, in the aftermath your still falling but not fighting asit seems meaningless; then, after you gave up, you see what you havebeen seeking, but something is differnt. The same feeling that made you fight seemed all nonexistant and your efforts seemed to be futile, nvr knowing when and if it will end

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