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I was falling, and it was dark. Falling deeper, deeper into the abyss, my hands grasping the edges desperatly, trying to find a hold. But still I fall, my body flailing wildly, into this abyss with no end. I am reaching, stretching, so that I may somehow touch the surface. Hope flares up, and still I reach. But my hands slip, and I am yet again, plunged into thick darkness, blinded, helpless. My hopes and dreams gone, all my work and effort, for nothing. I curl up, arms shielding myself, from the unforgiving world. I shield myself from pain, from agony, anger and dreams unfulfilled. The wind tears at my clothes, harsh and unyielding. It is cold and brutal, and -involuntarily- I shiver. Then, suddenly, it is warm, as if taking pity on me. Pity. What pity? There is no pity. Only selfishness, want for gain. I plunge faster, into the depths, and fear arises. How long must I fall, how far must I plummet, before I reach the bottom? I thought, what does it matter? I am still falling. When I reach the end, what difference does it make? For, I will be at the very bottom, gazing up, into the smug face of the rest of society. Will the pain end, if I fall? No. The pain will increase, twofold perhaps. For, there is nothing but jagged rocks to break my fall. And so, I fell, the wind threw me against the ground. I collide, my soul breaking, and there is emptyness. The emptyness expands, and then... I know nothing.

Written by: Crimson_Pegasus