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I feel lost and I cannot determine my way anymore. First time for me to fight but I am unable to win. You have no idea what is going on and you keep fighting and trying but at the end, you find it useless to fight! 

You fall and fall into the endless black hole where everything is dark and you cannot see anything. You scream for help but there is nothing...even an echo is too much to ask. You are alone in the darkness with your enemy.

This fight might be my last because my enemy is stronger...I know my weaknesses and so does my enemy. So, she keeps hurting me endlessly and she gains strength while I fall! Nowhere to hide, it is just me and her! 

She keeps saying there is no hope and I have to leave. I do not want to let her in control because I know how evil she is. But, the more I get hurt from her and people around, the weaker I get and the stronger she gets. 

Is it ok to give up and let her punishes everyone who hurts me?! Is it ok to forget about the light and stay in darkness? Is it ok to lose faith in goodness and have faith in the darkness? Is it ok to be the opposite of me?

There is no answer and I have only two choices; to surrender to her or kill my enemy! Both choices, though, will have the same consequence which is my end!

God! Are you there?! Help?! Please! Are you going to save me?! Are you going to be here for me?! Can you listen to my prayers?! (Silence)

"You are alone," said my enemy and added, "You will be mine soon!" I heard her whispering to herself "How are you going to win a battle when your enemy is you?"





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