The past was bleak, Filled with suffering, tears and long nights as the little man would not go away. He stole the man's childhood innocence, thinking he was the one to break his home, destroy his loved ones. So strong was he that he tore her apart, tears like acid falling every evening, each time burning away the happiness that once filled the man. Countless hours of turmoil combated by as much love as the man and family could muster to help the victim. Techniques that failed, trials that should never have been, even force could not change it. Years of back and forth, yet hope stands strong in the man and his family. Support never faults and moods, yet dark and despair, stay as positive as conceivable. Death would not conquer this very day as it has countless times before. The man crys with frustration and helplessness as he will not leave the mind which he deceives. A battle of wits and chance has emerged, but chance will not be outweighed, the tides turned as love grew stronger, clinging to the person never letting go. As smart as he is, he is no match for perseverance and out right stubbornness. the man and the family never let go, and never accepted defeat.
Sorry but this, this bleak story, has changed me. I hope you read this. I hope you know the ending. I hope you know it was you.
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