A jumble of thoughts parade in succession, completing sentences
of unprecedented questions.
Solemn moods prevailing throughout generations of untold emotion,
alighting alone on mounds of depression.
Hurting, walking in private pain, never sharing how it hurts so
inside.
Quality of life awaits it's time, gingerly, hoping for a ray of
sunshine to warm the cold, dark, shores of awakening and being
reborn.
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