It is a sad state of affairs being in sorrows grasp.
Sorrow snuggles me into its bosom
tenderly caressing and seducing
I hardly notice it stealing my breath
it erases my confident nature
and replaces it with an eternal addiction
it is making me reliant on its cold familiarity
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