O Gertrude, Gertrude, When sorrows come, they come not single spies But in battalions.

Ready the Sorrow Regiment.
They gear up over the hill ready to attack.
They don’t need to wear armor.
There’s no way to fight them.
Sorrows are unbeatable and sure, occasionally they travel on their own but usually they bring their friends. They hit you once, then again and again. They knock you around until you think you’ll never get back up again.
It’s better to let them pass- fighting them only makes it worse. Perhaps it will be years before you’re confronted with the Sorrow Battalion again.

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