I find myself awoken amidst a crumbling necropolis, that was once the capitol of my hopes and dreams. I have been dormant and sleeping and have not noticed the seige to my own foundation.
I can barely stand. I... , There's no way I can make it through. "study so you can get a decent education". I tried, but, making it all work and stick together has so far been impossible. Must I use my own sinew, blood and tissue to bind my life together? Where did I go wrong, and why cant I get back up again. Pressure. from society, from family, from myself - all these things make me blind to a possible solution, and I slowly sink into the seeping, tar that is despair. I will stay here, hiding. Til' death tires of searching and brings his scythe to my throat, and harvest that which is already his.
/ Kira
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