Miss me

In the depths of sorrow, the world loses its color, and all that remains is an endless expanse of gray. Sadness washes over like a heavy fog, enveloping the soul in a suffocating embrace. It is a weight that pulls at the heartstrings, dragging one down into the abyss of despair.

The air grows heavy with the weight of unshed tears, and each breath feels like a struggle against the crushing weight of grief. The once vibrant hues of life fade into muted shades of melancholy, as if the world itself mourns alongside the broken-hearted