She was a lonely bird full of unchanging melancholy. She felt a terrible appeal to detach from everything.

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She was a lonely bird full of unchanging melancholy. She felt a terrible appeal to detach from everything.
You seek happiness, but allow tranquility to be absorbed by gloom and melancholy.
I resolved myself to the reality of life. Day after day, week after week passed and I found that a change had taken place within me. My spirits rose, eradicating the remains of melancholy.
I will write no more on the melancholy of the future.