Tragedy* *is when something unbearable happens and all life around you comes to a stop. It is like you are forever living in that worse possible moment and you stop dancing to life. That song that once had been playing, is now just an infinite, ravenous, andvexbeat. The sound that willrepeat, andrepeat, andrepeat. You conclude to yourself that you are no longer you, and your being can never look at itself the same way it did before. You look at yourself knowing things willneverbe the same, as if once you were happy dreading it will never be again, and youfade *away until you are nothing more and your life ends.
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