Depths
Understand that none of us will be able to make things better.
We can never feel another’s pain.
Their sorrows are exclusive and will harvest an abyss.
Nobody can get them out.
It is their own will that can bring them to the surface.
Once we hit the bottom, we have to decide who we are.
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