Red Pandas: A Book of Random!

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me, the worst writer ever who never writes, wrote something! 

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Every second, every moment, every memory was the same lie.

Every person, every heart, every soul as chilling callous as the one before.

Each movement, each face, each word carefully crafted.

Until, the light switch is flicked downward.

Simply put, there is absolutely nothing left.

Threads that were once bound tight enough to survive the impossible have been hacked apart.

Each tiny sliver of yarn was haltingly unraveled.

Until, all of the strings holding everything together completely collapsed.

Blindly, you stumble around on the unforgiving, cold ground as the cutting wind slices you apart.

The iridescence that once stunned you in every step of your day has been replaced with atramentous despair encasing your soul like iron handcuffs.

You retreat into that cocoon, for life is almost easier in a way, in there.

Mistakes, lies, and regrets weave themselves tighter and tighter around your broken frame until you can no longer move to escape.

Every burden that has subtly haunted you for years has resurfaced.

All you can think of, all you can focus on is the foreboding doom pressing upon you.

You are a sinner.

You are a liar.

You are a failure.

Why would redemption chance itself with you?

You're nothing more than a piece of worthless scum.

You've blown too many chances, wasted your shots at glory.

Each thought, each recollection is a needle, piercing yourself.

Until, the light switch is pressed upwards.

You turn upwards, squinting at the teensy pin prick of light.

Almost instinctively, you grasp your filthy, beaten hand towards the opening.

The fanciful wish of peace is gone in a flash, as your mind refills, and spills over with despair once again.

As you wail and mourn, you're surprised to see that the light hasn't faded.

If anything, it's shining in its brilliance like never before.

Blinking, you hear the voice of an old acquaintance, another memory.

You hadn't spent a thought them in years.

Yet, they still call out to you.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

At first, you shy away, waves of doubt and anger rushing over you,

However, the voice is imperturbable beyond measure.

Slowly, you teeter back and forth.

One day may bring an enormously monumental victory, only for the next to fall back several wins.

Several days in a row of progress, and you're about on the brink of a true breakthrough.

Until it happens.

You read the message.

It flashes in your head.

Words of vile, pure evil towards you.

The world spins, and you collapse once again.

But this time, it's different.

You pause for a moment, and inhale, the breath filling you up until you exhale again.

The memory, the thought of deja vu envelops you.

This is the same situation as before.

You have been born again, though.

Narrowing your eyes, you pick yourself up off the pile of pity you've rested on for too long.

All of your struggles, all of your battles appear in a new light as you grin.

They're in the past. The only thing they've done, is to make you tougher.

Nodding, you lift your chin defiantly.

No one can touch you now.

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