I found myself staring in the dark, where a mosaic of grief and havoc are painted. And then, I suddenly asked myself, why does it feels satisfying for us to hurt ourselves?

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Chaotic yet serene II words
PoesíaThis is a collection of words I made painted with grief, yet can give calmness; a mosaic of chaotic thoughts that can be a lullaby.
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I found myself staring in the dark, where a mosaic of grief and havoc are painted. And then, I suddenly asked myself, why does it feels satisfying for us to hurt ourselves?