What do you do when the clouds have lost their silver linning?
Where do you turn when you are surrounded by darkness?
When do you know when your life is no longer worth living?
Who can you trust and who must you fear?
Why must these questions be so hard to answer? Perhaps the questions are the answers themselves, quite cleverly disguised, nugding at us, whispering defeat on the rims of our ears....perhaps.
Myself
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