An extension of the pain of birth. A sadness of failure, of missed opportunities, of no opportunities. A never ceasing, never ending attempt to climb out of the depths of despair. The reality of finally realizing that is your lot in life, that it has been the way of your life, acceptance is all there is now, just acceptance.
All that's left is death. The death of the soul. Not a physical death, there is nothing, nothing, without hope there is nothing.
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