๐ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฒ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐บ๐ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ, “๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐น๐น ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐” ๐๐
๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฝ๐”
“๐๐ช๐ก๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐๐คโ ๐ก๐ช๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐ค๐, ๐ตโ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐๐ณ๐๐ฏ๐๐ด๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฑ๐๐ฏ๐ ; ๐บ๐๐ต, ๐ผ ๐๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ก๐ฐ ๐ตโ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ง ๐ตโ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ด ๐ด๐๐ฆ๐๐ญ ๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐๐ตโ๐ช๐๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ ๐ช๐ ๐๐ช๐๐ฉ๐ก.”
As night falls earlier
The sun bids farewell
And a suffocating shroud of depression envelops the air.
A heavy black blanket
Not of warmth, rests on my chest.
Its weight presses my heart down like a stone.
It feels wrong.
I sense that my heart is cursed
Trapped within this spell of sorrow, night after night
A spell that drains my energy and color
And distorts my thoughts.
