For each waking hour I live my heart fills with darkness, but when I can contain it no more the world will feel my pain. The seas will blacken with the souls of those that torment me. The skies will burn with the dark deeds that were forced upon me.
Only then will the world know my pain, so tell me not that you can sympathize with me. Unless this agony you to share in silence with me waiting for that day.
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