Sorrow had filled my heart for weeks, and appeared to me to simply be melanocholy. I had thought perhaps because my unhappiness had been at the hands of another. I blamed the sorrows placed upon me as a cause of the external world, all while ignoring the very thing that could help allelivate it….

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sometimes nothing inspires me i’m afraid my days have been taken by anxiety i pray that these thoughts leave before my heart quits beating because these thoughts shouldn’t be repeating and i’d rather have others to be meeting and greeting