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As the day grows long ,And my form withers

I grow ever forlorn, As my sun sets

A darkness stalks me, it grows taller by day

In truth it's my burden, my heavy stone I bear

It follows , it lingers and curses

Pasts cling to me like thorns

It torments , it binds and tightens

In time ill decay in it's grasp

I pray to gods which neglect

I turn to ones who reject

I suffer in a deafening silence

I've grown weary of a pain I cannot shed