In the quiet corner of my heart, a persistent question echoes with relentless sorrow: until when? Until when must I traverse this desolate path, where memories of joy intermingle with the shadows of what once was? Each dawn seems to carry the weight of an eternity, as I yearn for the touch of a fleeting happiness that slips through my grasp like fine sand. The days stretch into an indistinguishable haze, and the nights offer little solace, leaving me to wonder if the ache within will ever find its rest. Until when will I tread this solitary road, seeking an answer that remains elusive, lost in the vast expanse of my longing?
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