The draft
I spent my days doodling intricate illusions, believing this world was a canvas of wishes granted, a tapestry of thoughts and dreams. Little did I know, it was all just layers of mistakes, misery, and pain. The darkness that haunts us, the sickness that keeps us awake at night, and the perilous infection known as love—it spreads like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. In a world frozen by despair and uncertainty, where existence is slowly drained from our souls, I opened the gates to my heart. And I was shown how it feels when it's torn apart by the cruel hands of fate. Every moment was a battle, every breath a struggle to survive in a sea of shattered dreams and broken promises. In the annals of human experience, second chances, they say, are a feast for fools, a craving for pain. I scoffed, until the whip cracked twice, and denial's stench could no longer mask the truth Not even the fires of hell can erase the wounds; the truth is out there, and we all know it. Betra...
