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Whereas of joy my heart once beat
‘Tis now shrouded in smothering a darkness
That of which wherefore would I not share?
For in my frailty, need I not bestow
Upon others, the same pangs in my heart?
And then to enjoy the kindred torment
Wrought by my selfless, selfish agony
Together, together, oh! Together!
What an alien word; to be with another...
Or, perchance, there be still within me
A flicker of empathy to which I,
Dispassionate, cater to? Perhaps.
Alas! ne’er would I, be sanity still mine,
Exchange this mantle of wisdom and thorns
In which, bleeding, I bask and utter
A melody of inconspicuous laughter
Towards one of light and bountiful mirth
For in my suffering, there lies beauty unbeknownst to all.
For in my solitude, I am mightier than all.
For as well, ‘twould be a death to be rid
Of this oh so dear misery of mine...
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