Black & White

The monsters become a curtin, showering me in hate.

It burns me like acid, yet I keep walking to the white peace ahead of me.

Sometimes I have to stop when it feels like a sword has stabbed me, but I ignore the pain and keep walking.

In a place like this, giving up isn't an option. If you do, you get destoryed.

I will not become that.

I except the monster within me, and fight back against the pain.

After it all ends for the day, I fall to my knees breathing a sigh of relief.

I have made it another day, but I still have the rest of my life to go...

And thankfully, I'm ready to take it on.

The End

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