I have walked so long through the wastelands of hell. Devilishly accustomed to woeful sounds, demented sites and putrid smells. No longer phased by the torment that surrounds me, day after day. The monster within whispers, coaxes, beckons me to stay. Untethered from the burden of wistful hopes and unrealized dreams. Relinquish frivolous thoughts and in myself begin to believe. Feel the acrid, sulfury air suffocating what is left of the old me. Resurrected by pain to take my place on the throne, the king of misery.
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