At this point,
I've run out of words,
to be able to define,
the state of despair
I'm in.
and I think,
there is no greater misery,
than being silent,
in pain.
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At this point,
I've run out of words,
to be able to define,
the state of despair
I'm in.
and I think,
there is no greater misery,
than being silent,
in pain.
