Wrote this a few days ago, I think on the 29th..
"Right now, as I stare down the corridor of my memories, the door that calls to my heart is the one that hurts me most. To my incredulous despair, it is broken; it does not seem to close. Torture lies beyond that door; it is my all too frequent visitor, the purveyor of memories of joy the likes of which I had never felt, tinged with torment the likes of which I had never imagined possible."
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