When tears rained softly on my cheeks I yelled out to the world that I was on a tiny isolated island off the coast of our world. Trapped in the cold and stark vortex of my pain I desperately longed for consolence and developed the unquenchable thirst for pity. My friends a.k.a Relief officers from the world brought me valuable resources of "love and laughter" but with the horrible emotional storms that ravage my island visitors seldom come. The world I see from my island is lit brilliantly with the happiness of its people while here I only see angry clouds ; the sun does not come down and smile at me... oh sun... how I miss you so.
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