The haunting feeling you will have when you are faced with the truth that one of your loved ones is addicted to a savage thing, something that will tare them and you apart, something you can not will away like the weather!
these utterances deny emanation
and her dim ghost-white silhouette will not relinquish,
These reflections do not pale………..
My lethargic heart leisure’s sickly in this woe,
These reflections do not pale ……..
I am damned and feeble so as err i was a slain albatross
For I can not save man from holy mother precipitation,Nor hopeless dwellings of delusions induced by substance foreign to men, and savage to hearts
these reflections do not pale……….
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