Teethering on the brink of doubt

Everybody hurts…sometime

What if I was wrong all along? What if there really is more?

If I ever lose my faith in you, there’d be nothing left for me to do.

When you stop breathing, you stop living.
But when you stop believing, you are dead.

Hovering over the carcass of my soul isn’t my favorite place to be.
Makes for some great angst though.

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