Lost, lost, lost am I to a sea of woes, rent by things unseen, displaced to parts where soul's dark hours pale when set beside.
Even blackness leaves this sunless pitch whence I find my tattered self, discarded and alone.
Frankly it's all a bit depressing, so I'm taking a few days off to convalesce.
If you need anything in the meantime, you can contact Lou or Lindsay, who's merest whisper might melt the tears of brightest somethingorother.
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