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Soul, they say, is a bottomless chalice, that can withhold infinite pains. It's an unending pit with the capability to absorb all that one endures, no matter how the surface might crack, the soul will take it all in still.

In this regard, I feel however that I've been negatively blessed with a minuscule thimble for a bottomless mug of pain absorbing sponge.

The minutest hint of a drop and it threatens to upend its contents.