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Like a blanket of deep sorrow. The dark settles over me, embracingly. Rocks crumble becoming dirt, which is blow away like dust in the wind. Tears drop slowly like a down pour in a storm. Lonlines is my captor, hanging on tight. Pulling me under like a killer in the night. There's no escape might as well surrender, when this pain is caused by a face so familiar.