Another brought a purpose beyond just being. A meaningful life as they say, can fade away. The senses once heightened, hearing, feeling, and seeing. A heart lost, cast on rough seas, awash in uncertainty. Once rushing to embrace the wonder. Like the promise of a new sun, home once thought to be everlasting. No longer finding sanctuary only remembrances. Languishing in memories steeped in loss. Music once sweetened, now like soured wine. Without a sail or rudder, falling into empty ports. There was a purpose, where now only torment dwells.
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