Loneliness
      is the cutter
         of the soul —
    the destroyer
         of the senses.

    The accursed
      emotion will
         change all
    direction
      of priority, and
    creates a
      vacuum within
         the host

     — leaving
    so forlorn a
      sensation
         that
    the heart
    feels as though
           it hangs
      in an empty
         shirt.


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