The Wounds of Devotion (Post-Traumatic Stress)
<p>I have been erased to nothing.<br />
I walk, my soul vanquished<br />
I am diminished — hopes relinquished<br />
I have become blacker than black; I have become invisible even to myself.</p>
<p>Empty — the pain I bear is too great to carry.<br />
Its intensity is so great that I feel nothing.<br />
I am harried.<br />
I dare not contemplate fate, for I know it would drive me to insanity.</p>
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