Sometimes we delve into a world we know we haven't prepared ourselves to live with; world full of challenges. So many trials and errors that would mold our ways of life. Joy and pain. Triumph and defeat. Gain and loss. Some to bring you down. Some to put you high. Some keep you at the tight rope between holding on and letting go. Going on and giving up.
But it doesn't matter when all in the end, no matter where you are right now, you're still the holder of your own knife
Deciding whether to keep the fight or to finally cut your own life.
Because sometimes even though there are many reasons for you to hold to keep going
There is this single reason too that can overwhelm them and makes you do its bidding.
Life replays a cycle of rise and fall.
It is all answered of but the same call.
For where you strive to make yourself feel alive
Is where you dive deeply into the hell of hive.
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TERRA INCOGNITA
PoetryNo way ever so undoing an unbreakable wall conspiratorially built by those shattered themselves.
