The series of choices that got me here in life, live in-between living and death. Every option posed to me seems like a double-edged sword,
Choosing life = choosing pain that is unbearable
Choosing death = choosing to pass on the pain to those who chose life
So, I exist in the in-between.
I drink in existence despite the poison it has become. Finding remedies itself has been a difficult task as well. Mostly impossible.
I wish I was given a guidebook on how to find my way out of this place,
maybe then I wouldn’t just have to exist, but live.
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