Despair just eats you alive; it starts from taking in HOPE like someone slurping on their soup starters... licking every drop, polishing you from even a single speckle of anything that resumes HOPE. It moves on like a hungry wolf, pouncing on your senses. Losing your mind, bit by bit, little by little, like a prey completely subdued by its predator... waiting hopelessly, mindlessly for death to come.
Slowly, you will feel nothing, as if your nerves had been removed. You struggle and hurt yourself with intent, hoping pain pain can distract you, thinking feeling pain can wake you, using the pain to prove that you are still alive...
Pathetic.
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