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It burns-- Immensely Unclear why the pain is so bad. Why does it feel this way-- Locked up but The treasurer owns nothing, Feeling the weight of Other's unknown thoughts-- The new pain Mixes with the old, Devouring all in an Unchanging harmony of this life.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Weltschmerz
It burns-- Immensely Unclear why the pain is so bad. Why does it feel this way-- Locked up but The treasurer owns nothing, Feeling the weight of Other's unknown thoughts-- The new pain Mixes with the old, Devouring all in an Unchanging harmony of this life.
Weltschmerz: Sadness over the evils of the world
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
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