I just want it to stop.
In this sombre twilight, I grapple with the weight of my thoughts, each one a heavy stone that sinks deeper into the abyss of my heart. The world outside continues to turn, oblivious to my suffering, while I remain ensnared in this desolate state.
The shadows, once mere reflections, now feel like extensions of my own sorrow, and as the night deepens, time drags on, the relentless ticking of a clock echoes in the stillness, each tick a reminder that time is endless.
But I do not have the patience to wait; I am trapped in a never-ending cycle of despair,
I just want it to stop.
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The shadows, once mere reflections, now feel like extensions of my own sorrow, and as the night deepens, time drags on, the relentless ticking of a clock echoes in the stillness, each tick a reminder that time is endless.
But I do not have the patience to wait; I am trapped in a never-ending cycle of despair,
I just want it to stop.
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