It has been a long day at work, mildly succesful. The day breathes its last and the mind has suddenly remembered the old addiction. Much to the chagrin of the tired soul, it conjures up a sad story, a mournful song. The little happiness is being killed, piece by piece, moment by moment, by the bemoaning of something lost. A character. A life. A love.
Misery never ends.
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