Hunting for sadness
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Last published Tue, Dec 2, 2025
✧･ﾟ: For those who chased happiness only to be met with shadows, ✧･ﾟ
✦ For those who know that sadness is raw, real, and unavoidable, ✦
✧ This collection is your sanctuary. ✧
★ Here, we don't run from the pain-
we hunt for it. ★ Because without wandering through sadness,
the meaning of happiness remains a ghost. ✩
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