Sisyphus was condemned to carry a rock uphill only to see it fall down and do the whole thing again. I carry her out of her gloom just to see her go down into it again. I hold him tight to me for a while and then he runs away like a wild child. We carry a relationship uphill as high as we can and then we have to throw it away. What a shame. What a pity. Poor Sisyphus. Poor us.
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