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she trails off,
the look in her eyes saying
she was attempting to find the right words to say.
The only sad
and inane
part in her attempt
was that there was no right thing
to say.
There were no right words.
The pain took them all away.
The pain consumes
and envelopes
and does not set
free so easily.
I was trapped within that
cocoon of pain
and despair
and there
was no immediate way
for me
to escape.
I did not fight either.
I let it drown me,
smother me,
suffocate me.
CurseAndAMonster
Dark One