I see beauty in some sad things.
I can't quite explain it or understand it myself.
There's just something about sadness that makes me feel in touch with our world.
Like a sad song, sad art, sad poetry, sad faces, sad colors, sad weather, etc.
My little sister used to tell me the music I listened to was depressing, but I always found beauty in the words and melodies.
Maybe, it's beauty in reality.
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