Falling into the abode of peaceful sadness, never
knowing how things will turn out, wishing that
somehow they could be different.
Yet, all the wishing and hoping will never deliver
me from this insistent mood of sadness.
My heart continually sitting in the mire of forever
emptiness.
Settling onto a divan of loneliness, knowing that
I'll always be forlornly sorrowful.
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