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Your silence is a sentencing to the depths of hell. So I pack my bags with soul downcast and trudge with my weary sadness into the abyss To allow myself to be flayed by the marauders. But their pain inflicted on me is nothing next to the wretchedness in my heart from your abandonment. |
Copyright ©2010 Ashi Shadow -2/8/10 on Kiera.
Originally was going to be someting more like "suffering" rather than wretchedness, but I like wretchedness.
"absence" was considered instead of abandonment, but I like abandonment more.
Maybe "trudge my way // with weary sadness..." or something?