Hiraeth

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I cried a thousand tears,
That no one hears.
This world is so dramatic.
You are cathartic.

You are the sunshine in the rain.
You are my favorite pain.
I let the knives out from my mouth,
But you didn't shout.

You are ineffable.
I am disable.
I am death.
You are hiraeth.

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