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The weight of my broken heart drags me down like a ball and chain. Its
unrelenting stranglehold tugs at me at every turn. When I encounter
someone who may free me from these chains, a firm yank of its
seemingly endless steel cord sends me hurtling down to the unforgiving
earth. Am I cursed? Am I merely a guinea pig, whose string of bad luck
has cast me in this mysterious game and for whom I am now providing
entertainment in a higher being's nefarious plan? Or do I simply have
myself to blame - for putting myself in a position from which there can be
no joy, no wonder, no happiness...? As of late, I find myself spending the
endless doldrums in contemplation - reliving the moments from which this
pain and suffering were borne. As I seclude myself in this state of
existence, I am unable to envision what course of action can propel me
out of this dark cloud and put an end to the misery.

I wander helplessly, aimlessly, hopelessly through this labyrinth. Any
thought of escape is instantly dashed against the cold, unseen walls. As I
stumble further, the pangs of hunger make themselves heard and then
felt. But it is not hunger for food which hinders me. It is a lascivious
desire for that which everyone seeks. Am I to be condemned for
succumbing to this innate vice? I, alone, cannot free myself from these
shackles. Her image had been my saving grace. I treasured it, tendered
to her every perceived fancy, and relished in the fact that I was in
selfless devotion to her every desire. Was this not the prescribed path to
that which I had been seeking for so long?

Far from appeasing my now terribly scarred heart, my recent ruminations
have merely magnified the heartache and pushed me to the brink of
collapse. I am but a shell of my former self - once a wise, amiable fellow
whom many could depend on even in the direst of circumstances. It is
now I who finds himself trapped in these deepest recesses, from which
each passing hour, each passing minute, each passing second resonates
with a thunderous boom.

Alas, a sparkling gem glistens in this most dreaded of places and beckons
me ever so closer. As I draw near, its white rectangular form takes
shape. My curiosity wins me over as I reach down. Suddenly, I am
overcome with a terrifyingly cold gust. As I grasp its white shell in my
now trembling hands, I realize my salvation is at hand. No longer will this
lustful temptation consume my thoughts. No longer will her image pierce
my heart. No longer will this torture continue. For I have pledged my
undying servitude to this inexplicably captivating contraption in return for
a much more readily available form of gratification.