If I were to describe sadness to you,
I wouldn't know where to start.
All I know is that it's damn hard to put into words.
You need to be patient with me as I get lost really easily.
The fallow thorns grow invisible
Out in the dark over the snow.
We are made of all those
Who have built
And who have broken us.
At dusk, death came to me in the form of a suffering heart.
And yet, I'll survive.
Somehow, I always do.
"You're so quiet, I forget you're suffering."
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