A veiled sun. A broken comet. A dark cloud. A pale moon. Omens of the past, carried upon the black wings of the messenger bird. Dark wings, ever darker words. There is no struggle without injury. There is no injury without hurt. Injury is a necessity. Hurt is a must. Gain is ever shrouded in lost. Life is ever shrouded in dreams. Broken dreams. We live. We seek. We desire. We choose. Yet, it is a novelty to understand the concept behind choices. We hold the right to choose between right and wrong, community and sequestration, duty and dereliction. We inherited this right since the first days of our forefathers. However, it is in this right, that all goes wrong. It goes by the momentum of claims that we possess a choice for what we eat, how we run our health, the path we carry our lives upon, and all else under the sun. But the circumstances that ever surround us would do no justice to the things we want. They distort the path we seek and take away from us the things we love. These words speak of a person. A single person of an utmost importance. The events that took place, the struggles ventured into, all to attain what was close to the heart. Yet all was taken away. When were my choices then decided and imposed upon me? Where lies the justice behind this injustice? Am I now a pawn of this accursed universe? Is my will to be bent to its damnable will? Am I now to be prey to the wishes of circumstance? Why was I be enforced to carry out deeds that would only cause me hurt? Why could this will without turn my own hand upon me? What is this unfounded pain? A pain that stretches its foul reaches onto others close to me, doubling the already heavy portions of mine own pain. All my dreams have been whispered away. All my hope bounded in shackles. By things without, all that I loved was taken.
Notsnhoj
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