We’reJustStrangers
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- Mar 19, 2024
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Mine heart lies asunder, torn by the cruel hand of fate, for she who was my sun hath vanished into the mists of sorrow. No more doth her voice grace mine ears, nor her touch warm my weary soul, for love hath fled, leaving naught but shadowed memories. Alas, the light of her gaze no longer doth shine upon me, and I am left to wander in darkness, bereft of her sweet embrace. In the quiet of the night, I mourn, for she hath departed, and with her, the joy that once filled mine heart now withers like a wilted rose. The stars themselves seem dim, for they no longer bear witness to the light of her smile, and winds whisper of a love lost to the ages, as if even time itself weeps for what hath been stolen from me.
Through endless nights I trudge, mine soul a hollowed shell, a mere wisp of the man I once was. The path before me seemeth endless, yet each step draweth me not closer to solace. I gaze upon the barren land, where blooms once danced in her presence, now naught but a field of withered leaves. The rivers, once flowing with life and joy, now appear as mere cracks in the earth, mirroring the desolation within mine breast.
I cry out unto the heavens, but the stars remaineth silent, cold as the void that fills mine heart. The world doth move on, indifferent to the torment that hath taken hold of me, as though my pain were but a fleeting shadow in the face of eternity. What is this life, if not a cruel jest played upon the broken? What is the point of wandering, when the very earth beneath me seemeth to bear no meaning, no purpose?
The winds that once carried her name now whisper only of my loss, and I find myself betwixt the realms of the living and the dead. I seek not to end my life, yet I long not for this life that I now endure, this endless wandering in a world devoid of her. The earth itself hath turned to dust, and my heart mourneth with a sorrow that hath no end. I desire not to take my own life, yet I crave the release from this ceaseless torment, this hollow existence, where every breath is but a reminder of what once was, and can ne'er be again.
Why, oh why, hath fate chosen me for such suffering? What sin have I committed to deserve such cruel punishment? Was I not worthy of her love, or did I fail in some unseen way? Will I ever find another whose heart beats as hers did? Will I ever gaze upon a soul so pure, so radiant, that mine own heart shall leap again in joy? Will I ever know love's sweet touch again, or is this the end of my heart's longing, doomed to wander in emptiness for all the days of mine life? Why must I endure this torment, a fate so dark and endless? Alas, the answer eludeth me, and I remain, a soul adrift, lost to the winds of sorrow.
Through endless nights I trudge, mine soul a hollowed shell, a mere wisp of the man I once was. The path before me seemeth endless, yet each step draweth me not closer to solace. I gaze upon the barren land, where blooms once danced in her presence, now naught but a field of withered leaves. The rivers, once flowing with life and joy, now appear as mere cracks in the earth, mirroring the desolation within mine breast.
I cry out unto the heavens, but the stars remaineth silent, cold as the void that fills mine heart. The world doth move on, indifferent to the torment that hath taken hold of me, as though my pain were but a fleeting shadow in the face of eternity. What is this life, if not a cruel jest played upon the broken? What is the point of wandering, when the very earth beneath me seemeth to bear no meaning, no purpose?
The winds that once carried her name now whisper only of my loss, and I find myself betwixt the realms of the living and the dead. I seek not to end my life, yet I long not for this life that I now endure, this endless wandering in a world devoid of her. The earth itself hath turned to dust, and my heart mourneth with a sorrow that hath no end. I desire not to take my own life, yet I crave the release from this ceaseless torment, this hollow existence, where every breath is but a reminder of what once was, and can ne'er be again.
Why, oh why, hath fate chosen me for such suffering? What sin have I committed to deserve such cruel punishment? Was I not worthy of her love, or did I fail in some unseen way? Will I ever find another whose heart beats as hers did? Will I ever gaze upon a soul so pure, so radiant, that mine own heart shall leap again in joy? Will I ever know love's sweet touch again, or is this the end of my heart's longing, doomed to wander in emptiness for all the days of mine life? Why must I endure this torment, a fate so dark and endless? Alas, the answer eludeth me, and I remain, a soul adrift, lost to the winds of sorrow.
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