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Joyful Hunter.

When a chance at a different choice is available, do you really give it all you've got, accept the twisted faith by shattered believers, stand there and question it yourself or buckle up and listen when your faced with nothing but illusions?

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My decision has been pretty stern since I promised myself I wouldn't slip, yet my pity, self profaned consciousness and sheer moral duty to my family have me at a questionable level of sheer challenged paths.
Things aren't as fancily painted as one would hope from a suicide, yet close to 15 years later the only one on a questionable path is me. Deciding how to decorate the empty pictures above the fire place with only hope that I can fill them myself one day, for the family has grown and the unknown faces are high, yet how can you empty your feelings and trust someone again after such an ordeal and forgive the blood he came from when they shun themselves from you too?

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Questionable paths have been extremely high lately, my desire to nourish my mind is high, the idea of travel and embrace the glory of life is something I need, the ideal memories I've already created in my mind are held high with hope for I know all of this can be broken, built up again and created for whenever and wherever I choose.

Again I will ask you, when a chance at a different choice is available, do you really give it all you've got, accept  the twisted faith by shattered believers, stand there and question it yourself or buckle up and listen when your faced with nothing but illusions?

The ever changing dynamic is something I forgot, taking time out is something I haven't been doing, the fact to live and remember that our days are numbered simply didn't phase me.

Simple days are few and far between, a life built on joy is no fucking life that I would choose.

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