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Sorrow Compressed
As the depth of sorrow grasps hold of the diminishing heart i carry around, i catch myself daydreaming of the way it used to be. The strength i once held is now that of a newborns, all i can do now is yell out, and shed tears. You are no longer there to comfort me though, so as i lay and shiver, each breath i take is in desperation to live in pain everlasting, i wonder how far does the rabbit hole go?
