Sinking

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Sometimes we just do the right thing, but it can still hurt others. This is not sadness — this is sinking. We can’t save anyone, not even one person.Sunlight is scarce in this world;most of the time, one must search for its glimmer in the quiet corners of their own soul.

“During the whole of a dull, dark soundless day.

In the autumn of that year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in heaven.

I had been passing alone on the horse’s back.

Through the Singularly, dreary tract in the country.

And at lengthfound myself, as the shades of the evening drew on.

Within the view of melancholy House of Usher.

I know not how it was.

But with the first glimpse of the building, a sense ofinsufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.

I looked upon some scape for domain.

Upon the bleak walls, upon the white trunks of decayed trees.

With the utter depression souls.

There was an iciness.