The extremity of this anguish… intense at times;
That even the symphony of nature cannot blend with it;
Only the sight and sound thy soul delight and comfort;
This torment inside.
Sadness… save when joy arise in thy presence;
Tears… save when solace emerge from within thy smile;
Solitude…save when thy company delights;
Anger… save when thy words console.
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