This is falling apart, no cement is strong enough to heal back the cracks arch so deeply into the ground.
No drill is strong enough to break apart this hatred formed through years of bonding.
No rain will dissolve all my sorrow, no light could dry me from being drenched in misery.
When will i ever be freed from this cage, enclosing me together with sadness.
Emptiness lingering in my mind, filling me as i bury myself into my sorrows.
What could ever make this dead well fill up with life again, transforming into a lifely spring.
Life is dead, yet beautiful. Death is bliss, yet ugly.
It is a sadness of growing older that we lose our ardent appreciation of what is new and different and difficult.
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