Woe to the artist that burrowed through their passion to make a pit in their soul that only commerce now fits.
Sympathy for the heart broken whose eyes saw the world so splintered, they believed it could not be pieced together again.
Mercy for the undone whose choices have caught up to them, and fooled them into believing there was no tomorrow after this.
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