It's been a while, I have been so weary and drained that nothing gave me the drive to write in. Solitude has become my well-embraced solace.

One could never imagine hurting another being that intensely, but I did, and it sure feels like utmost crap.

Do we then try to get on with our lives, or do we hanker around hoping for lost affections to be rekindled and for past relationships to be revived?

Exterior firm and strong,
Insides wrenched all wrong.
Committed a malignant demise,
Resounding hitherto are your cries.
Stoic I have now become,
Alas, nothing can be done.
Dread, guilt, worry, fear;
These are all that are here.
Let Time cast its magic,
For something so tragic.
Have ourselves no more goodbyes,
Thus be gone my love, with no sighs.

-->Az Yet - Hard To Say I'm Sorry<--

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