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This is pain, this is agony, truly
So utterly trivial, I know
And yet it engulfs me like the waves of all the oceans in the world
Gasping for air, I taste only the salt of the seawater
They tell me that this, too, shall pass
But I am overwhelmed by this, the sense of dread, of despair
When will I find reprieve, and where?
What will be the state of me?
So utterly trivial, I know
And yet it engulfs me like the waves of all the oceans in the world
Gasping for air, I taste only the salt of the seawater
They tell me that this, too, shall pass
But I am overwhelmed by this, the sense of dread, of despair
When will I find reprieve, and where?
What will be the state of me?