Catastrophicical predicament
Though I'm shattared flat, my soul critically wounded, predicament of my life, this state hinders my whole. The life in me, sucked pinch by pinch, I wish to cry my pain out but tears refuse to depart my eyes
collision and confusion of scattered emotions, traped inside me, the strength in me drained, the strain my faith faced with, how low and heavy is my soul, there's no much in me to bear
the last stroke of light as it passes me by and piece by piece, I'm consumed by darkness, this dark tide of cloud hovering over me, brings blockage and paralysis to my expression, I feel a grave with a lifeless body inside my body, I wanna move but I can't feel my whole body, it feels worse than death, I have hit a rock bottom
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