Pain is easy. Comes easy, stays easier. The difficult part is facing it, the fucked up part is about being yourself. Perhaps the worst might be hope that lasts too long for years and extends suffering. After all, sadness gets forgotten, it ferments, and melancholy is the only thing that reminds. After all, I think, not everything is that bad.
And I fool myself, and avoid sorrow and feed my soul with loneliness. And it doesn't matter too much when The Sun lights up too little the spring flowers that are no longer in bloom, because they're already dead.
A glimmer appears. It's hope again.
A new day is a new chance.
The Dø - Smash Them All (Night Visitors)
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