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In this quiet place I cry over the empty tomb of my regrets...
Thereupon I think, why do I then cry, when the tomb is empty?
One look around reminds me
that too many in this world
will never be even as alive as those here wandering ghosts.
The barbed stake again twisting in my soul.
Should I be grieving at a different stone?
Or perhaps the dread of living with those destroying your mind and soul,
yet they are there, ominous,
impeling you alone to fill this empty grave;
the loneliness, the rage,
the grim apathy, the whispers repressed, that you are but a slave.
Emily Yvonne
"It is so easy for people to have sympathy with suffering. It is so difficult for them to have sympathy with thought."
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Grievous beyond comprehension, utterly disgraceful, and above all dismaying, but a fact nonetheless; people would rather suffer, as it is, regarding any efforts, for many, easier, than the actual action of thinking.
Emily Yvonne