In the silence of solitude, I find myself adrift on an ocean of sorrow, the waves of despair crashing relentlessly against the fragile shores of my sanity. Each day unfolds like a wilted flower, petals falling one by one, withered by the cruel hand of fate. Shadows dance mockingly upon the walls, casting a pall over the remnants of a once-vibrant existence. In the caverns of my heart, echoes of past joys reverberate, their faded whispers a cruel reminder of what once was. A tapestry of regrets weaves itself into the fabric of my being, each thread a testament to the choices unmade and the paths untaken. And yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of resilience persists, a stubborn refusal to surrender to the void. For even in the depths of despair, there exists a kernel of hope, a sliver of light that pierces through the gloom, guiding me ever forward, however faltering the steps may be.
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Lost
Poetryquotes about my situation maybe just abit about it.. maybe we all are suffering with it??? God knows how much a human heart in capable of holding pain... Well someday that person will understand how much we have loved them... Maybe someday our pare...
