shrouded in secrecy

staring in to  the distance

staring into the abyss

waiting,  furtively waiting

a book of secrets  ready to be read

shrouded in secrecy

mired in misery

awaiting that precious reader’s

solace in shared tears

like weeping willows

embracing eternally

the decision

no pain, no pleasure

no hate, no love

no remorse, no elation

no despair, no joy

no tears of sorrow, no tears of laughter

…. no apathy

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which is it?