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Sometimes...

You can cry until there is nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse until your throat rebels ruptures. You can pray all you want, to whatever god you think will listen
And, still, it makes NO difference.
It goes on with no sign as to when it
might release you. And you never
know that if it ever did relent...

It would not be because it cared

A poem by William