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Dear everyone.

Today I witnessed the death of passion

And the rebirth of forgotten, buried times.

Today, a section of life has ended, moved on,

For nothing good ever lasts.



Abandon your hopes,

Cast out your dreams;

A joyless world has no color,

For everything is suddenly broadcasted to the mind

In piercing black and white.



Serenity becomes foreign,

An alien word and emotion to all,

Leaving a cold, empty void where roses once bloomed.

Shades overcome hallowed ground

And vines greedily overtake beauty.



A silent scream drones in the back of my mind

It is my Heart, calling for my attention;

It has fallen from grace,

No longer in a feeling of warmth,

But drowning in the fire of empathy and loathing.



Does this matter in the least,

The worries and sorrows of such a soul?

I, for one, would think not;

Such problems are not the troubles of others.

Silence is a virtue I must behold and adore.



So it is written, these words of mine,

Together combined as a testament to such days of lament.

I know not what lies in the clearing of this path,

If it be for good or for ill,

But I will wait for my serenity, my love, to return

Once more.