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[alwayspms]

I had thought that sleeping after last week's dreadfulness would have been soothing, but I should have known that there is never any solace to be found. The darkness of the world is perhaps magnified in the somnolent state

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[grrgoyle]

I don't know how you can be so sad, Cho.

I mean, you have such a big KEY!! Cheer up!!

[alwayspms]

Oh, Gregory. I suppose you mean my key that unlocks the wonders of poetry. Though my very large and indeed skillfull key does provide as an outlet for my grief and suffering, I find that I am still depressed.

[grrgoyle]

You see here, Cho. It is because you have because you have not been polishing your key correctly!

It has become rusty! (But hopefully not crusty! Ew!)

[alwayspms]

Polishing my key? By that do you mean actually writing poetry, or reading it? I have not felt up to the task of writing as of late, at least, not as often as usual. The abundance of dark emotions I have has no place to go.

It is hard to understand the extent to which I am distraught.

Perhaps I should take your advice. Perhaps if we write poetry, polish our keys, together, it would ease my frustration as well as serve therapeutically for you.