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, and vex beat.
The sound that will repeat,
and repeat,
and repeat.
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 will never be the same,
as if once you were happy dreading it will never be again, and you fade *away
until you are nothing more
and your life ends.
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