What demons are these that dwell within? There is no mercy of the mind; my peace declined, My days are dark, and my nights are gloom. There is no light in this room, no space to think. I sink into deep despair. I cannot repair life as I knew it; I no longer know it. In my mind, there are many battles, one hundred or more. I search for the light to scatter the shadows, break free of these shackles, my many sorrows. It has gripped and embraced me, and I bear it all, for I am Sorrow, the Son of Sorrow.
R.Thompson
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