Nothing in This World Can Be Endured Forever

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It never used to be like this, you know. There was a time, or so I’m told, that we were content. A time where the sun came out and we smiled and played ball in the backyard, went to the park to swing and slide, maybe even go downtown and enjoy an ice cream. But, now, that seems like a far off fairy tale too good to be true. Now, the sun comes out, but it’s cold; there’s no happiness and warmth of a day filled with smiles. There’s only darkness and cold hatred that consumes my world, as cliché as that may sound.

I’m not even sure if those good memories of the past are true. They might be figments of my imagination; a product of my most desperate dreams, but they’re all I’ve got left, it seems. They seem so unattainable and foreign that it’s bizarre compared to what my life is. My life is everything besides abnormal, unlike what my dreams tell me. It’s always been like this, since as far back as I can remember (excluding the few memories I mentioned earlier) and that’s the way it’ll always be, I guess.