A bit of a negative one this time. Upon a time I was in a very bad position, and nothing I did seemed to make any difference. There was no rest from the situation anywhere, and I had given up hope. I had just had another disappointment, so I wrote this... Shutterstock.com That's it. The hope is forlorn.
So this is what Hell's like: the endless, scathing self-pity, the helpless rage at things done to you, the self-warping, making something twisted, incapable, dark and loathsome so that no trace of the original plan remains - leaving a Gollum where once was a man.
How do I stop believing that all is lost?
God has not said it.
And that last sentence is the only difference between earth and the Other Place!
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