when anguish comes, it comes and strips off one's dignity. it usually attacks the deepest recesses of the soul...there is no better escape than the comfort of crying.
oh, blue devil, where did you come from? why do you even have to mug me now? go away, i beg you. you have no space in my being. i am holding on to the little sweet happiness of my everyday existence and i can't spare time for you....
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