Drabble Challenge → 4 / 100; Hate

Hate

 

 “Night upon night there is a haunting image of a reflection before my own eyes. All these thoughts are endless like the harboring pain weighing me down. The breath in my lungs is slowly drained, the numbing sensation taking over as I give into the darkness.  I catch a glimpse of the future in which I can clearly see sober. It’s been a long road in which tears and blood were shed for me to be bestowed with hope. It’s in reach for my hands to grasp to which I realize the hate I hold for myself. Tonight I recover.”

 

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