regret

under Secret Stories, Written on April 18, 2012

An on going battle with myself; a life filled of regret and depression. From the pills to the razor blades; from the untrust to the hatred. This or that. Here or there.

My life is never good enough; my life is never worth it. But I have a victory; I have a Savior.
My battle may not be over, but the battle has already been won.

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