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~Blossom of the Darkness~

and in the bottom of the well I was. dark. darkness there was, yes, a lot of..it.

I felt my body like I never did before, I can feel my arms, my, now weak arms, full of scars bruises and a little bit of blood.

I can feel in my back the hair that keeps me a little warm. I just…I just…

I can feel my surroundings, I can feel the floor, the air, what its beyond me and what it's in front of me,

I feel heavy, since I can feel it all, I realize what my real weigh is. 

I can’t move. I cant open my eyes. breathing hurts. feeling hurts. thinking hurts. 

how did I ended up here? 

what sin have I done, what cruelty or evil had I committed to deserve this pain? 

and every time I’m starting to feel like this, like I am going to die starved, or from coldness, a light raises up on me, and I feel how arms and hands take me away from the floor, they feed me, then, they punch me, they hurt me, they knock me down, they take any breath or strength I had left,

 and I fall.

falling feels good. a feeling of relief, of peace, air taking the hair from my face, it is like flying, but it’s only when I hit the ground, that brings back all the grief. 

sometimes they take me to the light for longer periods of time. 

I never really waited for some hero to rescue me, I never had that kind of hope. 

I trust no one but myself, I only myself know my strength and mental will. 

I won’t break down. I wont fall into others will. 

you wanna see me die? 

you wanna see me lose my mind? that won’t happen. 

  I won’t brake. I wont. I won’t. 

I shall not submit, I shall rise, I shall conquer. 

watch me shine, bitch.