|I have nothing but my sorrow---
And i want nothing more.
It has been, it still is, faithful to me,

Why should i bedrudge it, since during the hours---
When my soul crushed the depths of my heart,
It was seated there beside me?

O Sorrow, i have ended, you see, by respecting you,
Because i am certain you will never leave me.

Ah! I realize it:
Your beauty lies in the force of your being.

You are like those who never left
The sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.

O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved:
Because i know that on the day of my final agony,
You will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow,
So that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.|




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Roguelike and/or indies enjoyer

Luck/Chance gimmicks my beloved

Horror games

The House In Fata Morgana, Portal, Stanley parable, Library of Ruina

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