What a horrible ordeal. To see a whole possibility flash away, slowly and tediously, every step a sad moment. It can seem pithy when compared to other natural human disasters, but it is nonetheless shame-filled, piteous, and distressing. It is quite possible that it will run an ever-widening circle of empowerment through dread; the thing itself will gain in volume and momentum, for that is the certain result of its occurrence.
No escape, day in and out, it keeps running, and sooner than later it will all break.
Come see the damage done
all those happiest days are won
in dreams and heart alone.
The lost hope, despair,
it all climbs a heightening stair,
'til its reality crashed down through bone.
This is not fun, not fun at all.
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