Written in the darkest corners of my mind, in the times when no amount of warmth had been able to melt the cold hands of my demons that blinded my eyes and silenced my mouth screaming for help. But as dark as they may seem, they are just proof that maybe I'm struggling, maybe I'm hurting but I am also fighting. I am a fighter, a warrior and no matter how close I've gotten to giving up, I haven't surrendered to my mind's traps. And no matter how dark,...
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