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Journey
By Sally Austin How did I end up here in this dark, forsaken place? Why do I feel so out of place? Alone in my plight, the demons knaw at my soul. Trying to destroy me, to keep me from reaching my goal. I find myself naked and exposed, trapped in the abyss of my own consiousness. My soul drowning, and gasping it's last breath. The only thing I feel awaits me is death. In this wilderness, where I am in distress. Where I feel that I sould take my last breath. I feel I am being torn asunder. But,I trudge on, I will not surrender. I will struggle with all my might. My life I will set right. I feel this day should be my last. I have learned from the past. That lifes' journey isn't always a blast. This darkness that surrounds me will pass. And I will know I'm one tough lass.
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