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A gray overcast day in August
The wind rushes up the hill along the trees
The rain falls outside my window
The smell of emptiness
the feeling of loneliness
The fog of anxiety leads me into the dimension of emptiness< br/>where hope is but a faint sensation
never more than a hopeless illusion
Nowhere for existence to sow its seeds
The ashes fall from the sky, cold and gray