Oh grief, you many tentacled monster
standing in the middle of my world, pulling
me toward the open pit of darkness.
Confusing me with your many arms of
anger, sorrow, guilt, and pain. Ever, ever
pulling me toward the darkness as if no
light will ever shine in my world again.
Hideous monster, how did I not know the
forcefulness of your existence until you
wrapped your vicious arms around me and
squeezed my life from my very soul?
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