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The Rest I’ve come to the point where happiness scares me,
Because it’s always followed by sadness and sorrow.
And the ship of joy is forever lost in the dark sea,
A sea of despair in which you stop looking forward to tomorrow.
Trying to build a strong inner defense is a natural reaction,
But the black liquid eats away at your soul.
You try to run but there’s always an attraction,
To find the heart and extinguish the last burning coal.
After only a sip of this deadly potion,
Your only sight will be its withering rain.
Unless cured, one will lose all emotion,
It spreads like a disease, first killing pain.
You search for an escape at any cost,
But without help you are forever lost.
