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The Grief that Does Not Speak

ROSE

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak

Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Dear Diary,

I'm dead inside. That's the only way I know how to describe this hollow emptiness burrowing through my soul. I've damned the love of my life to eternal torment and suffering.

I don't deserve to live