Entry 2 of the diary of Samantha L.G.
Love is but a myth,an illusion caused by false hope and friendly words.Life is a disease,death is its cure.How I tend to loathe life.
Sleep,even there I do not receive peace.Plagued by my curse,by the nightmarish images.I am haunted by my past,and by my demons.There is no rest for the wicked,I should know.If only I could understand my curse,how it came to be,and why me,why did I receive such a punishment?The people who say they love me lie through their teeth,and I lie in return.There was a time I had hope but it is now gone.Believing in the impossible does not change one's life.Nor does it make this unbearable existence any better.The longer i live the more evil i see.The monsters that lurk in the dark,are they truly our enemy?Or perhaps our enemy is non other than fellow man.
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