Stroking saddened recollections throughout life, I follow them into abysses, learning from all they contain emotionally.
Feeling the hurdles they travel over, sensing their hindrances to life, perceiving their all-invasive textures as I live through a personal hell, I've never chosen to belong to.
It's all outside of my inner being, although I know it's within me always.
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