Turning dark to light

[raincry]

I hate these moments in time. I hate how you can feel yourself slipping. That old penchant to be self destructive almost seems easier then the fight for a good life. Does the weight of existence ever ease up? Do the tragedies and sorrows mixed with the joys ever balance out? There are times when the overwhelming melancholy fills you up and you

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[evilgrins]

*hugz*