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Despair loomed over me, darkening my thoughts and flooding my heart with profound sorrow. Tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring my vision. Every memory with her spun in my mind, plunging me deeper into sadness. How unfair all this was; such a precious person was now lost, and I felt as if the world had stopped turning. All the pain and regret haunted me, and I knew my life would never be the same again. Serena's departure took part of me with it, and this sense of loss would forever be etched in my memory. I closed my eyes, hoping this was all just a nightmare that would soon end.

It broke my heart worse than getting rejected. “Figures you wouldn't want to answer me, you want me pained and depressed,” I growled at the sky. I know this is pointless, but I wanted someone to listen to me and tell me something or at least be there to comfort me, but there was no one I was alone.

Maybe I should be more positive, yes, but it's easy to say, now, no matter how many times I repeat it in my mind, the taste of defeat reigns over everything and sends me into the tunnel of despair. My sobs are getting stronger and stronger, the pain riddles all the layers of my skin and invades the pit of my soul that is lost, I cry and cry without stopping, with a force that ends up being double”edged, because it weakens me. Shedding tears does not make anyone strong, even if it is a way to drain all that you feel and want to express in some way.

There are no words, languages, gestures or even thoughts that can express the pain of loss. It is so deeply aching and soul-wrenching with inordinate care, cutting slowly and painfully with the blunt side of the knife. The pain is phenomenal, incredibly painful, extraordinarily painful, fatally painful. It's pain, pain, pain, just pain. And it doesn't give in, it doesn't calm down, it doesn't give up. And the soul writhes, revolves, cries, screams and groans in dull moans that take over the body, make the spirit stagger and stun. The pain of loss has no sound, no voice, and invades the core of being silently and cruelly, making the body hurt and sick. It massacres the soul to such an extent

’ I pant at the pain going through our body from the broken bond. As I sit down, tears streaming down my face, I can't help but feel defeated. The pain and thirst are overwhelming, and I can't seem to shake the feeling that I've never been good enough for anyone. It's a feeling that's haunted me my whole life, and now, in this moment, it's all I can think about.

"A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning." Katherine Webber Misery and obscurity are my closest companions since I started to comprehend. People have worn black to express their grief and my never ending grief pushing me into depression of darkness. This morning light is so dark than my night, the room is brightened with sunlight but all I can see pitch dark because there is no light no hope that

The echoes of Dexter's dismissive words reverberated in my mind, amplifying the pain of rejection. As the elevator doors closed, I leaned against the wall, letting out a choked sob. The journey down felt like an eternity, the weight of disappointment and heartbreak pressing heavily upon my chest.

I collapsed onto the couch, the weight of my despair sinking me deeper into its clutches. The tears flowed freely, an endless stream of heartache and frustration. Each sob echoed through the empty apartment, a painful symphony of anguish. I longed for a comforting embrace, for a voice to reassure me that everything would be alright. But there was no one there, no one to witness my pain.

“Fine, but it’s not the same sadness that you’re thinking of.” “How is it different?” I asked. “Well, you’re possibly thinking that I’ve been emotionally unbalanced or depressed, uncomfortable... when in truth it’s more sadness from understanding the tragedies, the loneliness, and confliction.” He looked at me and his smile quivered as he was explaining. “You expressed your pain well enough for me to feel them.”

It was a difficult journey to the room and I'm glad that Claudia was still asleep when I arrived. Pain surged through me and it was unbearable. My head was in a mess as depression took over. I felt like dying because, at this point, I don't want to live. I can't live with this pain and I feel like my heart will soon explode. The pain in me is greater than that in my body. It's unimaginable. I wouldn't wish for such to befall anyone, not even my enemies. I rushed to the bathroom in limps and turned on the shower.