Curse of Solitude
I always wonder to myself.
Why should I bother to save someone if in the end they always end up doing the wrong thing anyways?
Why should I help anyone anymore?
Is there a point to all this?
Why bother?
Why care?
Why anything for that matter?
No matter how many people I help in the end I stand alone and nobody is there to help me.
This is my burden,
My curse,
My Achilles Heel,
and above all a plan that was made for me to follow till my departure of this world.
Even after death I wont be free.
I will be nothing more than a wandering soul that points the way to those who have lost the light.
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