Dear Emma,
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Love,
Emily
There is no ability to whisper “this too shall pass” in that darkness that consumes not only the light in your room but the light of all your days.
Love, Emma
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