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Darkness feels like it seeps in forever.
No hope.
The wise pillars have crashed, the dreams slowly quieted.

Without hope of seeing through to the end, I weep.
My own life, devoid of meaning.
I cannot ever care enough about myself to actually act.

Mourning the loss continues long after you can't speak about it.
You've taken enough of everyone's time, get over it.
Why can't you?

Your mistakes, you acknowledge.
Moving past them, you're trying.
Forgetting the old consequences, you really can't.