The voice that echoes through all of time. reverbrating through past present and future... haunting like a ghost... Like a thought never fully realized and anything harsher than a whisper scatters it away.

All the dreams never dreamt. All the hopes never had. All the loss never taken. It's the promise of sorrow. The potential for longing. And it's the essence of everything ever stolen from your heart.

For some people, misery is a more comfortable home than joy. For some, it's only pain that they can feel. Torn. Detached and longing for a connection..A hold onto the world and a sense that it's all real...and that grip is slipping away.

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