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October 6, 2011 / Me

Sorrow Visits

Sometimes, as now, I feel I am so full of sorrow I may burst… and sometimes do. I write this as many years sadness pours down my cheeks. It was not a constant blight on my life during that time, but the unpleasant experiences there were have become beacons blinding me from seeing all else.

I feel I am trapped inside my own head with a million demons or screaming for help inside of a sealed glass ball that nothing and no-one can penetrate.

Experience tells me it will pass. I hope soon.


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