sad
sad, depressive, empty as could be not empty enough take the mind, and all with it crush it in a vice, hold it before the knife and fail to move, fail to see fail to hold and fail to grasp fail to expel, fail to even fail what greater failure could there be, and yet fall further, fall deeper not fallen or failed enough not gone, yet not living, only an existence that could not be crushed, and emptied that could not be released, and lost not elsewhere, but it stayed here and it was broken, sad and empty never released and never fixed
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