Agony.
Beyond power of speech.
I have been in a state of trance, of a kind of depressing spell that I could not break out of. News came to me telling me that I was not able to fullfil my dream. My life lies on the balance of a tip above a picket fence. Would I fall onto the soft grass, or would I land myself sore on the concrete pavement. Waiting is a torture and I feel myself praying more often than before.
Beyond power of speech.
I have been in a state of trance, of a kind of depressing spell that I could not break out of. News came to me telling me that I was not able to fullfil my dream. My life lies on the balance of a tip above a picket fence. Would I fall onto the soft grass, or would I land myself sore on the concrete pavement. Waiting is a torture and I feel myself praying more often than before.
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