Sometimes
You can cry until there is nothing wet left in you
You can scream and curse until your throat rebels and ruptures
You can pray to whatever god you think might be listening
And still it doesn't make any difference
It goes on with no sign as to when it may release you
And you know that if it ever did relent
It would not be because it cared.
JthM
An excerpt from a JthM comic.
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