help in vain
Sunk in misery. Buried beneath the rubble of my torments. Suffocating in the ashes of my body. Vines encircling the dust I now form, waiting to be grasped by me, trying to help me rise and survive. Trying to help one who no longer has hands to lift oneself up , nor strength to bear any weight.
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