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September 30, 2014
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Rated: E | Prose | Adult | #1852935
An dark prose about losing things when I was young and how it has left me in a bad way.

- The World That I Knew Won't Come Back-
Keaton Foster

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I am so completely lost, stolen away from life long before the hands time. All that I am or could have been has been burned down to the ground. Reduced to ashes, cast adrift in an endless sea, crossing all the days I so desperately wish to forget.

Devoid of any hope I am broken beyond all sense of what is right. I was not always in such a state, I was destroyed in my youth by the darkness and it's terrifying ways. Existence is hell for some of us. Life is not always about living it is about surviving the cruel hand of fate.

The world that I knew won't come back. Those few fleeting days of happiness and optimism that took place in my youth are gone forever. I have no mother, no father, no God. Absolute nothingness is all that I can call mine. The bitter cold edge of life stings and the scars run deep. Many of my most serious of wounds have never healed, in fact they have worsened quite significantly.

Redemption in any form is an impossibility. Forgiveness exists in a paradoxical state. Salvation will not even save me because I have always been forsaken by God. I am a lamb that has long since been led to the slaughter.

I have no concept of love, for all of the examples shown suck. I have been destroyed beyond all that is human. The shell remains, for all to see as whole but inside I am as empty as the deepest void. As vast as an ever-widening chasm of certain nothingness.

I play a dangerous game with those around me because I pray for death, regardless of their needs. I just cannot live this way anymore because I have never really lived at all. I am afraid to do such all that life entails.

I shall never find my way back to anything. I am afraid I am just too lost. There is nothing for me in this place or the next. I am a slave to my fate. Destiny is my master. I cannot fight that which has long since defined me.

The world that I knew won't come back. I have to move beyond this place in order to find peace for my weary soul. I now know more than ever before that I will never be free of all that hurts me so unless I am free of the very life that flows through me.

The solemn promise of death is my only chance at peace…

The World That I Knew Won't Come Back
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.

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