Naive is the man who sees only the undulation of life’s pain, sorrow, and joy. For they are both interwoven with each other and are simultaneously and always ever present.
Bestowed with intellect and a sometimes uncanny perception, I have likewise been cursed with the demons of madness, bequeathed to me from generations of my ancestors. Born into a life of chaos, abuse, and neglect, I journey through the dark night of the soul, into the depths of madness, and try to emerge, to be reborn into a world of light and peace.
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