Giving up isn't as easy as it seems.It's so deceptive isn't it? It blurs out all the other options, making it difficult to hear those faint voices of laughter that call out to you. Waiting to show themselves if you would look harder. Giving up always looks taller; Standing alone, beckoning you, you the beaten drained gaunt looking contender; beckoning you deceiving, telling you your course been run; waiting to comfort you; perpetually in grief and sorrow, tears your drink, despair your feed...
It is a sad thing to see; you becoming something painful within and without. You are not you. You are lifeless. A thing outside itself.
Outside itself because the real you still had mileage left.some fire left.
I wish you well. I wish you break open from the gray. I wish you sustenance and hope.. For outside the gray is LIFE in ABUNDANCE
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