@DK
4 Years
Shadow
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
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Yes.
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
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Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
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Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Unless you bleeding laying on the street - I am walking by…
Unless you bleeding laying on the street - I am walking by…
You are so pretty in your new picture 😍
Awe you Posted it ❤
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
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Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
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My Leo always told me that if I want a man who will slam his fist into a wall, to look elsewhere.
He never even raised his voice at me. He was always exceptionally respectful, cool and calm ❤️
Which makes it impossible to forget him!
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
click to expand
I know. Just you are
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
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If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
Uh oh 😟
* bored n beautiful has left the chat *
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
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You are in PUBLIC forum and NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY is sappy shit. Easily butthurt.
Too bad. And thanks for the story. 😂😂😂
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
You are in PUBLIC forum and NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY is sappy shit. Easily butthurt.
Too bad. And thanks for the story. 😂😂😂
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You don’t understand anything. And I hope you will never be in a situation that you can relate to this.
Just go on celebrating allegedly victories if it helps to make your days better. I don’t see anything interesting that you ever posted. Can you actually do something productive besides trolling others?
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
You are in PUBLIC forum and NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY is sappy shit. Easily butthurt.
Too bad. And thanks for the story. 😂😂😂
You don’t understand anything. And I hope you will never be in a situation that you can relate to this.
Just go on celebrating allegedly victories if it helps to make your days better. I don’t see anything interesting that you ever posted. Can you actually do something productive besides trolling others?
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OMG! You KNOW me and I don’t know you?
Where did you get THAT idea? And does the fact that I am a woman makes any sense to you?
Women love winners not whiners! What have YOU ever posted that has value? I have missed THAT one. Or were there more? 🤔
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
You are in PUBLIC forum and NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY is sappy shit. Easily butthurt.
Too bad. And thanks for the story. 😂😂😂
You don’t understand anything. And I hope you will never be in a situation that you can relate to this.
Just go on celebrating allegedly victories if it helps to make your days better. I don’t see anything interesting that you ever posted. Can you actually do something productive besides trolling others?
OMG! You KNOW me and I don’t know you?
Where did you get THAT idea? And does the fact that I am a woman makes any sense to you?
Women love winners not whiners! What have YOU ever posted that has value? I have missed THAT one. Or were there more? 🤔
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I didn’t imply I know you. I just said I hope you’re never walking in my shoes so you understand, I don’t wish that for anyone regardless of being a woman or a man.
When death took everything from you that once had value to you, nothing you achieve really feels like winning anymore. Insofar you’re right and I’m stuck in the past. I guess you hit a nerve there.
I used to laugh about the things you wrote, I don’t know what happened today. I don’t have a fight with you, and if you dislike my stuff that’s fine with me.
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
You are in PUBLIC forum and NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY is sappy shit. Easily butthurt.
Too bad. And thanks for the story. 😂😂😂
You don’t understand anything. And I hope you will never be in a situation that you can relate to this.
Just go on celebrating allegedly victories if it helps to make your days better. I don’t see anything interesting that you ever posted. Can you actually do something productive besides trolling others?
OMG! You KNOW me and I don’t know you?
Where did you get THAT idea? And does the fact that I am a woman makes any sense to you?
Women love winners not whiners! What have YOU ever posted that has value? I have missed THAT one. Or were there more? 🤔
I didn’t imply I know you. I just said I hope you’re never walking in my shoes so you understand, I don’t wish that for anyone regardless of being a woman or a man.
When death took everything from you that once had value to you, nothing you achieve really feels like winning anymore. Insofar you’re right and I’m stuck in the past. I guess you hit a nerve there.
I used to laugh about the things you wrote, I don’t know what happened today. I don’t have a fight with you, and if you dislike my stuff that’s fine with me.
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If you mourning death of close people - dxp is sure strangest place FOR IT! We talking DICKS here and all sorts of crap. So bringing your wounds that are not ‘why did she dumped me? My dick isn’t THAT small…’ is STUPID and nobody MUST know you are suffering from something heavy. So I am going to leave you to yourself.
Though you WERE mentioning me sending some videos not so long ago and now you are suffering? 🤯
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
You are in PUBLIC forum and NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY is sappy shit. Easily butthurt.
Too bad. And thanks for the story. 😂😂😂
You don’t understand anything. And I hope you will never be in a situation that you can relate to this.
Just go on celebrating allegedly victories if it helps to make your days better. I don’t see anything interesting that you ever posted. Can you actually do something productive besides trolling others?
OMG! You KNOW me and I don’t know you?
Where did you get THAT idea? And does the fact that I am a woman makes any sense to you?
Women love winners not whiners! What have YOU ever posted that has value? I have missed THAT one. Or were there more? 🤔
I didn’t imply I know you. I just said I hope you’re never walking in my shoes so you understand, I don’t wish that for anyone regardless of being a woman or a man.
When death took everything from you that once had value to you, nothing you achieve really feels like winning anymore. Insofar you’re right and I’m stuck in the past. I guess you hit a nerve there.
I used to laugh about the things you wrote, I don’t know what happened today. I don’t have a fight with you, and if you dislike my stuff that’s fine with me.
If you mourning death of close people - dxp is sure strangest place FOR IT! We talking DICKS here and all sorts of crap. So bringing your wounds that are not ‘why did she dumped me? My dick isn’t THAT small…’ is STUPID and nobody MUST know you are suffering from something heavy. So I am going to leave you to yourself.
Though you WERE mentioning me sending some videos not so long ago and now you are suffering? 🤯
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We used to have other good topics too, even about philosophy. And many people actually wrote good stuff in the writing section too. I always used that as an outlet and distraction. And I made friends here.
What you mention regarding videos was about something else. Sadness accompanies me always, sometimes more and sometimes less. It is worse during the anniversary.
I appreciate your post. Thanks.
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
You are in PUBLIC forum and NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY is sappy shit. Easily butthurt.
Too bad. And thanks for the story. 😂😂😂
You don’t understand anything. And I hope you will never be in a situation that you can relate to this.
Just go on celebrating allegedly victories if it helps to make your days better. I don’t see anything interesting that you ever posted. Can you actually do something productive besides trolling others?
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Just ignore her g. She got some deep seeded issues and likes to project on the internet. She one weird mf and responding to he takes you to the depths that god never intended for mankind.
I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.
Hauntingly beautiful but also depressing.
Did you write this?
Yes.
Great writing but this is oh so sad 😢
Men like to whine about pitiful shit without realizing they ARE MEN and must act MANLY!
Whew!
Not everyone is stuck in the 1920s.
I know. Just you are
If I want to know your opinion, I will ask you about it. People are different, you don’t know anything about my history and why I am who I am. What you perceive as manly to me is an unrefined Orang-Utan trying to play the violin. We do have Ukrainian ladies in Norway who actually like being there and who are nothing like you.
I don’t care what you do with your life, and what I do with mine should be none of your business.
You are in PUBLIC forum and NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY is sappy shit. Easily butthurt.
Too bad. And thanks for the story. 😂😂😂
You don’t understand anything. And I hope you will never be in a situation that you can relate to this.
Just go on celebrating allegedly victories if it helps to make your days better. I don’t see anything interesting that you ever posted. Can you actually do something productive besides trolling others?
OMG! You KNOW me and I don’t know you?
Where did you get THAT idea? And does the fact that I am a woman makes any sense to you?
Women love winners not whiners! What have YOU ever posted that has value? I have missed THAT one. Or were there more? 🤔
I didn’t imply I know you. I just said I hope you’re never walking in my shoes so you understand, I don’t wish that for anyone regardless of being a woman or a man.
When death took everything from you that once had value to you, nothing you achieve really feels like winning anymore. Insofar you’re right and I’m stuck in the past. I guess you hit a nerve there.
I used to laugh about the things you wrote, I don’t know what happened today. I don’t have a fight with you, and if you dislike my stuff that’s fine with me.
If you mourning death of close people - dxp is sure strangest place FOR IT! We talking DICKS here and all sorts of crap. So bringing your wounds that are not ‘why did she dumped me? My dick isn’t THAT small…’ is STUPID and nobody MUST know you are suffering from something heavy. So I am going to leave you to yourself.
Though you WERE mentioning me sending some videos not so long ago and now you are suffering? 🤯
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It seems like you carry a lot of bitterness. I would figure you would better relate to those who have similar experiences. But you don't, you activity push away and jest about it. That's a sign of bitterness.
What people are drawn to says a lot and how they act and say says even more.
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I am free from the strain
Of forming words from my pain
Once eager ears do not deign
To hear the wrenchings from my brain.
No questioning looks come to me
When my eyes are filled with tragedy
In fact those glances seem to flee
When struck by my solemnity.
I need no longer waste my day
Composing things that I will say
To the sympathetic ear that may
Wonder why I feel this way.
No silly vigils in the night
Clenching teeth, knuckles white
Holding sanity with all my might
Defying that which gives me fright.
And now at last I need not find
My sorrows' size and shape and kind
I can at last leave them behind
As nameless shadow in your mind.