I need to stop giving in. I feel the demons inside, and they torture my mind and tell me I will never be good enough for anyone or anything; and I try not to listen but they’re so fucking loud that it’s hard to hear my own breathing; so I breathe heavier and fight back tears as the demons claw their way through every ounce of my being but slower than a snail, so it feels like the pain is a lifetime, but in reality it’s only been five minutes. I try to tune them out with distractions and their voices receed for a moment, only to come crawling right back; using every ounce of my willpower and on a daily basis, I fight my demons… alone… but not always alone. My special angels help me through. These are real people, using their real power in order to push the light through me and expel any darkness… and so I live for those moments. To be cleansed by my loved ones, because I can only do so much by myself and it’s almost never enough. I can no longer deny that I have a problem. I am not cured, but I am pushing through every day, for the ones I love, and for hope of something better

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