To be happy, is to be in distress.
To be in distress, is to fight.
To fight along, is to be with someone you truly love.
To be with someone you love, is to forget all.
To forget, is to remember.
To remember, is to regret.
To be loved, is to be unloved.
She had lost her child, and unknowingly, her husband. She thought she commited an unjustifiable sin. And thought this was her punishment.
Her agony.
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